There was a bar in Paris and a radio in London. And in between there were laughters, tears and discussions; only over the phone. There was never a bridge so eyes could meet and hands could clutch. So shoulders, noses and lips could touch. There was never a bridge so love could be more than just a pretty story. There was never a bridge so hapiness could be put into reality.
There was a bar in Paris, a radio in London and a thousand clue . That impossible cup of tale we're addicted to, a sweet dream starred by only me and you. Distance and beauty, the impossible reality.