Hiver de Cabanis

So ironic 

I had my summer love 

In the Parisian winter 

He slided his fingers 

In and out

Where my emotions lived 

In a way

He knew how to keep them alive 

I can´t wait to get you by my side

And make you my slave 

Will you still know the way

Back to the place 

You knew so well 

-x-