Cathedral bells were tolling
And our hearts sang on,
Was it the spell of Paris
Or the April dawn?
Who knows, if we shall meet again?
But when the morning chimes ring sweet again:
I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through:
In that small cafe,
The park across the way,
The children's carousel,
The chestnut trees,
The wishing well.
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day,
In everything that's light and gay,
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun,
And when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you.spinning in your apartment
climbing the walls so stoned
crazy we live in a world of billions
your only friend is a phone
every single time he say he knows who you are
as every single time you know he lies
he loves you, he hates you
he loves you, he hates you
since you found your wings
now those wings can fly
and every now and then you gotta clear that sky
you're such a little demon what's a demon to do
the time has come to crown yourself the queen
the queen of you
you're such a creature in your comfort
your body commands your mind
big appetizer and a sense of adventure
you slap yourself over the line
every single time he says he knows you want some
as every single time you know he's right
you love him, you hate him
you love him, you hate him
since you found your wings
now those wings can fly
every now and then you gotta clear that sky
you're such a little demon whats a demon to do
the time has come to crown yourself the queen
the queen of you
you got a new apartment
and i know you're not alone
whenever you got a good thing going
you never answer your phone
we are all creatures of comfort
our bodies betray our wills
when it all turns real and our hearts gets threatened
you gotta go in for the kill
every single time we think we have the answers
as every single time we get surprised
we love life, we hate life
we love life, we hate life
since you found your wings
now those wings can fly
every now and then you gotta clear that sky
you're such a little demon what's a demon to do
the time has come to crown yourself the queen of you
since you found your wings
now those wings can fly
and every now and then you gotta clear that sky
you're such a little demon what's a demon to do
the time has come to crown yourself the queen
the queen of you
love life, hate life