Text: Maximo Park. Our Earthly Pleasures. Parisian Skies.

Parisian skies,
Shadows beneath your eyes,
All we have is now,
And the arc of your brow

You came to leave these shores,
You had an inkling in your pores.
We came to bid farewell,
The tears began to swell.

Ooooo, Oooooooo

Ohhhhh
I don't think she knew,
And I can't forget her

The dark with holes,
Our lives unfold,
We always slept so well,
Our bodies seemed to gel.

The mind persists,
We have thoughts to exist,
It was a test I failed,
Her passion never tailed.

Ooooo, Oooooooooo

Ohhhhh
I don't think she knew,
How much I loved her.
Ohhhhh,
I don't think she knew.

Is this the thrill of the chase,
How can I keep up the pace.

Parisian skies,
Shadows beneath your eyes,
We always slept so well,
The present cast a spell.

You said we never talked,
But there's a lightness that it brought.
Refracting all my sins,
We never (acted thin)

Oooooo, Ooooooooo

Ohhhhh
I don't think she knew,
How much I loved her
Ohhhhh
I don't think she knew,

Your loss is mine too.

Did you ever feel the thrill of the chase,
The breath on your neck,
And the locked embrace

Did you ever feel the thrill of the chase,
The hairs on your neck,
And a lost embrace

All of the tiny events in your back,
It reminds me of the way that porcelain cracks