Notre Dame

I'm awake to say
I feel the need
Of your touch
A kiss, a fantasy

And life's endeavours
Are much to please
All I want is you
To set me free

Half a day
The pyre
Is burning black
Over Paris
I feel your touch
Once again
Eight hundred years to keep
Us trapped between
The stain glass chic

Wrap your arms around a prayer
Once again
I need your tears, your kiss
Those themes you tease and call to me
Do you want to play a fantasy

Half a day
The pyre
Is burning black
Over Heaven
I feel your touch
Once again
Eight hundred years to keep
Us trapped between
The stain glass chic

Wrap your arms around a prayer
Once again
I need your tears, your kiss
Those themes you tease and call to me
Do you want to play a fantasy