Regrettable Paris

Holding hands, downtown Paris
 Midnight beckons again
 Something more than intimate
 Toxicates the wind
 What could happen in summertime?
 Could this be our fall?
 Your skin so pale, the air so thin tonight
 Justify the temporal things
 Hands now at my ears
 Your eyes so green, your touch so real
 There's no tomorrow in how we feel
 Don't you worry about the future, baby
 Live now in this moment
 No rushing dive could prepare us for our destiny
 Holding hands, downtown Paris
 Where does it go from here?
 These seconds of pleasure
 Lifetime of (regret)
 Regrettably yours
 In regrettable Paris
 Regrettably yours tonight
 Regrettably yours
 In regrettable Paris
 Regrettably yours tonight
 Regrettably yours
 Regrettable Paris
 Regrettably yours tonight