Paris in the spring See how it rolls off your tongue Like you're living in a poem Dreaming and you know it Coffee and cologne Through the streets of St. Germain Carrying your home Hotel Luisiana Juliette, we could be happy Just lay your head, sing me songs In your four books bed Lullabies to the soul Juliette, let me play till my cheeks turn red We could be happy, just lay your head We'll never grow old Juliette Juliette Autumn in New York Feel it heavy in your lung There's a bullet in your chest You're coughing up and gone I've got hyenas in my head They keep me on my toes They howl behind my back They know I've nowhere else to go Juliette, we could be happy Just lay your head, sing me songs In your four books bed Lullabies to the soul Juliette, let me play till my cheeks turn red We could be happy, just lay your head We'll never grow old Juliette And it could be a lifetime A lifetime long ago The Paris in the night lights Still burns to rust, don't you know Come with me, Juliette Juliette Juliette