Love Goes Home to Paris in the Spring - Advance Base

I’m counting the habits you made me break

I’m counting the drugs you won’t let me take

I’m counting my friends you won’t let me see

I’ve had enough

You never give me anything

Don’t you know, love

Goes home to Paris in the spring?

Adding up the hours I’ve waited for you

I’m counting the calls that never came through

I’m counting my friends you melted away

I’m counting the times you were king for a day

I’ve had enough

You never give me anything

Don’t you know, love

Goes home to Paris in the spring?