All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris.
Sing to the night without sight, but with madness.
I can’t keep up, I’m a wreck, but I want it.
Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?
My heart is yearning, but Paris is burning.
Paris is burning all night long.
My heart is dreaming, but Paris is screaming.
Paris is screaming all night long.
Ladyhawke: Paris Is Burning
I’d really love to return to Paris one day; that city is so beautiful and inspiring.
I could still slap fourteen year old me for not taking more pictures…