Paris

Paris - Ben Rector

I haven't seen her

For a month or so

Young love feels like finding buried gold

We meet in Paris

Fly straight through the night

Well my night feels just like new sunglasses in a taxi ride

I remember who we are

When we're being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

Back in love

Now we're walking

Talking hand in hand

Nervous at the bakery not speaking French

And she is smiling

She is beautiful

And I feel sixteen while we

We are making love

I remember who we are

When we're being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

I remember who we are

When we're being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

Falling back in love

Mmmmmm yeah

I haven't seen her

For a month or so

Young love feels like finding buried gold