Sage - August in Paris

The middle of august in Paris
No one's in town except the tourists
The perfect time to go out for a walk


Don't even need to talk

The streets are hot, the air is heavy
Those people making me feel lonely
I'm looking for a secret alley
No one has ever seen

A stranger's head behind a window
A scary look that hides a weirdo
I'm pretty sure that he's staring at me
But no one else can see

Summer nights / What should I do
It's cold and it's warm / White and blue

Summer nights / Is it true
Temperature rising / Minds out of tune

I keep on walking in the city
This one-bedroom flat seems empty
A little later there's a party
Now an old symphony

Someone is digging underground there
To understand what's happening in your head
But who you really are is a thing
No one should ever see

Summer nights / What should I do
It's cold and it's warm / White and blue
Summer nights / Is it true
Temperature rising / Minds out of tune