Paris

BT

Ya mon... another day another time... set another fire...

Blessed and behold when I and I come to take control and cause...

Come on BT... drop



Let me come...



All the time! BT ... guarantee each and every time

Now the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the time

But silence is golden



Burning a million torches, all that bare your name

So in the darkness they bring you great light

Sonorous of black holes, you steal their flame

So I'm learning protection

For my self contained light

In a plethora of burning suns

In the blackest of pure twilight



And although I wish to give endlessly

I will not relinquish my sight

Let us linger in our luster together

Together in this Parisian garden of light

So in this perfect of hours, and in our silent of space

Pray the world grows perfectly still

Surrender to our silence ...yeah...



Let me come

Be still in your silence

Be silent and hopeful

Again...



I'd like for you

To be still in our silence

Be golden in darkness

Again...



Let me come