The summer air was soft and warm
The feeling right, the Paris night
Did it's best to please us
And strolling down the Elysee
We had a drink in each cafe
And you
You talked of politics, philosophy and I
Smiled like Mona Lisa
We had our chance
It was a fine and true romance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
We made our way along the river
And we sat down in the grass
By the Eiffel tower
I was so happy we had met
It was the age of no regret
Oh yes
Those crazy years, that was the time
Of the flower-power
But underneath we had a fear of flying
Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying
We took the chance
Like we were dancing our last dance
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
Living for the day, worries far away
Our last summer
We could laugh and play
And now you're working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain
I can still recall our last summer
I still see it all
In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame
Our last summer
Walking hand in hand
Paris restaurants
Our last summer
Morning croissants
We were living for the day, worries far away...
(fade)Sugar high, then she drops me from the sky, but it never stops me.
From the very first taste it began: I only wanna make her understand, hold her as she melts into my hands, even if she acts like she can't stand me - that's just my hard candy, that's just my hard candy.
Glycerine is in my veins, it's serene until she runs out again...
Ever since the first taste it began: I only wanna make her understand, hold her as she melts into my hands, even if she acts like she can't stand me - that's just my hard candy, that's just my hard candy.
Candy...
Such a waste when she leaves me - a bitter taste when I want her to feed me.
All the shiny paper's just a sham - I only wanna make her understand, hold her as she melts into my hands, even if she acts like she can't stand me - that's just my hard candy, that's just my hard candy.
That's just my hard candy, that's just my hard candy.
That's just my hard candy, that's just my hard candy.