Where do I go now?
How does it feel?
So many questions I should ask
Not to me, nor to you
No one can answer this

How can you just make my heart stop?
How can you be what I hoped for?
How can you see through my expectations?
How can you just be you and make my heart stop?

Where do we go now?
Paris should be good
So many places we could be
For today, for tomorrow
In your arms is where I want to be

Winter is my favourite season
But spring is where you make me bloom