Leaves fall by the riverside
blown through the sity of lights
I grab them up for you
such a lovely sight
from on high
downpour through the night
clouds her eyes
as the cold starts to bite
Sacre Coeur
now my sacred heart
take my hand
let the bleeding start
Fog grows through the evening air
cast off from the city lights
There is no trace of you
no reason tonight
up the stairs
downpour through the night
takes my fears
as the cold starts to bite
(agnus dei, qui tollis pecatta mundi)
Tumble to the riverside
back to the city of lights
I will return for you
and make this alright
from on high
downpour through the night
stains the skies
as the cold starts to bite.
