Lately I've been thinking
I don't care if I live or if I die
You say, "Let's go to Paris, babe.
Forget about your troubles in the sky."
Some things you can mend with glue or tie with bits of string
Others you can try your best, but it won't do a thing
Now you know that I love you
You're the only thing I ever miss
But something in me's breaking, babe
That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix
Lately I've been wondering,
"What's the point of living anyway?"
You bring me twelve pink roses
Say they help to melt the blues away
Something in me now has turned a darker shade than that
And it's so hard to fade a stain once it's gone to black
Now you know that I love you
You're the only thing I ever miss
But something in me's aching, babe
That ain't no dozen roses gonna fix
Lately I've been wishing
For all these hopeless thoughts to leave my mind
You say, "Let's go to Paris, babe.
You can leave your worried head behind."
Well, I have tried to outrun other sorrows in my past
Funny how those demons have a way of coming back
Now you know that I love you
You're the only thing I ever miss
But something in me's dying, babe
That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix
Something in me's dying, babe
That ain't no trip to Paris gonna fix
-- Michelle Lewis, "Paris"
