Paris will never be the same again

It was written on a wall near the subway

What we have lost is somebody’s gain

Sliding down an airport runway

We had decided to pitch our ideas

To a clove of marketeers

See if we could sell it

Before the markets got darker

The last lick of light

Falling from the room

Or the day at high noon

We’ll fall asleep soon

Since we’ve arrived

We drank and lit matches

To light up the snuff box

Or relight the candles

Since we’ve arrived

We’ve drank dirty water

For lack of options

It is too black at night here

We wrapped of silk mind shades

Around broken tree trunks

Without sounding a gun

But with lights that we hung

Since we’ve arrived

We’ve drank dirty water

For lack of options

It is too black at night here

We left in a fury

After dispatching our plan

We were those who lived to tell you

Paris will never be the same again