Paris - BT

Ya mon... another day another time... set another fire... 
Blessed and behold when I and I come to take control and cause...
Come on BT... drop 

Let me come... 

All the time! BT ... guarantee each and every time 
Now the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the time 
But silence is golden 

Burning a million torches, all that bare your name 
So in the darkness they bring you great light 
Sonorous of black holes, you steal their flame 
So I'm learning protection 
For my self contained light 
In a plethora of burning suns 
In the blackest of pure twilight 

And although I wish to give endlessly 
I will not relinquish my sight 
Let us linger in our luster together 
Together in this Parisian garden of light 
So in this perfect of hours, and in our silent of space 
Pray the world grows perfectly still 
Surrender to our silence ...yeah... 

Let me come 
Be still in your silence 
Be silent and hopeful 
Again... 

I'd like for you 
To be still in our silence 
Be golden in darkness 
Again... 

Let me come
Artist: BT
Title: Paris