paris to sleep

paris to sleep, two, three, four, some people come here to drink, true or not true, what do you think?, and the wine flows, so the line goes, makes the old young and i'm told it's fun, and yes, i had a drink or two or three or perhaps more, but they are not what i came here for, please, lover, don't let the terror scare us too deep, and i came to paris to sleep, some people come here to think, philosophy agrees with me, and you, would you like a drink?, and the time goes whichever way the mind wind blows, it makes the young old, it's not fun, i am told, and yes, i had a thought or two or three or perhaps more, but these are not what i came here for, my brother, don't let the terror scare us too deep, and i came to paris to sleep, i'm sorry i was late and you waited all day, true or not true, i feel this way, i lay in the bed and i waited all day, for feeling to pass and not stay, i'm sorry, it was great and then it went away, i'm sorry i was late again today, some people come here for love, is this for you? yes, i think so, my love, oh, love comes and comes and goes and goes and the love-light lies lying low, you never know, you never know, i guess i had a love or two or three or perhaps more, but losing lost love is not worth losing for, all the horror and the terror may tear us and scare us to sleep, or it may bear us to paris where i came to weep