| Lyrics: | (Danoff)
Dearest Esmerelda, in another age, antiques would be modern, and we would be the
rage.
Silk would be in fashion, we would dress in lace.
Love would be the passion and the
saving grace.
I slept one rainy night with you in Paris, made up for a thousand wasted
years.
Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic, I close my eyes and you make love
appear.
Dancing in the shimmer of a crystal chandelier. Shadows singing so low, only we
could hear.
Moving to the glimmer, shaking to the storm, outside it was raging but inside it was
warm.
We said goodnight in the candlelight and thunder, now I wake and find you're never
there.
I'm becoming old enough to wonder, happy that I'm still too young to
care.
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down. Refugees and fantasies go
underground.
Romance lasts forever, love don't fade away.
They may take our future but they
can't stop yesterday.
Cause somewhere in the cloudy skies of Paris, we were part of some
artist's design.
Dearest Esmerelda, you are magic. In the gray around me how you shine, oh, how
you shine. |
