Paris St. Germain

The Pogues

The City of Light is dimmed now by the winter, 
No gut full of wine could keep out this frost 
We'll shiver and sigh by the ice on the river 
Ask the dull heavens, "The hell have we lost?" 

My heart's too empty to speak true of sorrow 
What's dust is but dust and as dust shall remain 
If only I could, I would make it tomorrow, 
I'd make it tomorrow where you'd live again 

I'll lay myself down in the mist and the heather 
I'll lay myself down and I'll wait for your call 
The bell rings last orders, we're walking together 
While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall 
The boulevards burn and crumble and fall 

My heart's too empty to speak true of sorrow 
What's dust is but dust and as dust shall we fall 
The bell rings last orders, we're walking together 
While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall 
The boulevards burn and crumble and fall 
The boulevards burn and crumble and fall