camera talk
Singer:local natives
we're running through the aisles
of the churches still in style
does this city have a curfew?
don't you know it's good to see you too
the riders on the champs-elysees
we are the tourists in the cafes
we drank our wine along the river
not believing where we were at all
and even though i can't be sure
memory tells me that these times are worth working for
the colored stones and troop leaders
the voices of the canopy singers
ensured that we wouldn't sleep for long
i knew this would be the part
my plane's arrival catches me off guard
we'll all be leaving with a broken heart
wallets empty and we're back at start
and even though i can't be sure
memory tells me that these times are worth working for
the cistern is not even full