12 Days in Paris - Magazines

Looked upon the city lights
In the dark her smile shined
Overcast and misty eyed
I knew I found my southern bride that night

Autumn calls for a lonely time
The smell of leaves falling at her side
Her hair is long, her hair is dark
Just like the magazines are far from what to say

If you grow tired of boarding planes
If a broken heart takes his place
I'll build a fort for you to lay
If you're on the fence 'bout changing names
If you've been caught without a chase
I'll build a fort for you to lay

Far beyond the lights and stage
When the house is dark the music fades
Left without an empty trace
I breath it all in to inhale your sage

Might have lost when you walked away
Painted words with a pretty face
Your hair is long, your hair is dark
Just like the magazines are far from what they say

If you grow tired of boarding planes
If a broken heart takes his place
I'll build a fort for you to lay
If you're on the fence 'bout changing names
If you've been laid without a chase
I'll build a fort for you to lay

If you grow tired of boarding planes
If a broken heart takes his place
I'll build a fort for you to lay
If you're on the fence 'bout changing names
If you've been laid without a chase
I'll build a fort for you to lay

Written by:
Daniel Durston, Jonathan Espinoza

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