I was dreaming about Paris in a jazz club there with you The tables made of old mahogany and drapes were velvet blue And I remember that I thought of just how frightened I had been Before I came here with my suitcase and a microphone to sing And now I think about it all the time I think about it all the time Oh, how I cried Is my life up here enough for me? I think about it all the time I think about it all the time Blunt underlines, that my life is not enough for me ♪ I was leaning to my left to hear you play the trumpet through All of the souls who sat beside us and the tones came out in blue And I think I tried to swallow all of the fluorescent, pastel light So I could feed the sunken spark of mine who slept in me that night Now I just think about it all the time I think about it all the time Oh, how I cried Is my life up here enough for me? I think about it all the time I think about it all the time Blunt underlines, that my life is not enough for me ♪ I can't see you here, I can't see you here And I'm not done with you, not done with you, oh I can't see you here, I can't see you here And I'm not done with you, not done with you, oh