Lyrics

Painting Pictures

Early morning, how I wish you were here with me
A Parisian summer, on the banks of the river Seine
They're walking slowly, down the boulevard St. Michel
Crowds they gather, to step inside this dream.

The bells of Notre Dame are ringing in the streets again
All the angels sing, the angels sing like a symphony
In harmony, how they sing for me.

Artist's painting, seaside homes in the sand
A revolution, he's creating with his hand
They stop and listen, to hear the words unsaid
Of Saints and sinners, and the lives that they have lead

The bells of Notre Dame are ringing in the streets again
All the angels sing, the angels sing like a symphony
In harmony, how they sing for me

Perfect picture postcard views
Sun swept gardens all alone with you
Wherever we roam, wherever we stay
In the streets of Paris or sunny L.A.
It doesn't really matter, no I don't mind
It doesn't really matter; as long, as you're there

The bells of Notre Dame are ringing in the streets again
All the angels sing, the angels sing like a symphony
In harmony, how they sing for me

Perfect picture postcard views
Sun swept gardens all alone with you
Wherever we roam, wherever we stay
In the streets of Paris or sunny L.A.
It doesn't really matter, no I don't mind
It doesn't really matter; as long, as you're there
It doesn't really matter, no I don't mind
It doesn't really matter; as long, as you're there