Some say lillies are just the roses that we have burnt from both ends Why sweep the floor beneath someone's feet when they've just learned to stand The temptation of a path not cobbled leads romeo away from juliets door Transferring wine back to water a tragedy too powerful to ignore Can someone tell me? Sil vous plait, Does romance still exist in Paris Or has love died today Can someone tell me? Sil vous plait, Does romance still exist in Paris Or has love died today The restraints of a love locked bridge contain the feeble heart To feel a beautiful sadness is a subjective type of art Empty silhouettes dance through the narrow streets, in this moment can time just be still Turn down the chaos and mute the noise from my mind for one night, To gently lift your face with unspoken words we know the that love in Paris does exist So tell me, Mom amour why do we still resist Can someone tell me? Sil vous plait, Does romance still exist in Paris Or has love died today Can someone tell me? Sil vous plait, Does romance still exist in Paris Or has love died today The restraints of a love locked bridge contain the feeble heart To feel a beautiful sadness is a subjective type of art Can someone tell me? Sil vous plait, Does romance still exist in Paris Or has love died today The restraints of a love locked bridge contain the feeble heart To feel a beautiful sadness is a subjective type of art