Paris

Hold my hand
Can we keep you warm
Or has your heart turned cold
In this rampant storm
Take my hand
There’s no need to hide
We can be your guide
To the morning light
Cause when it comes
When it comes
When it comes
We’ll be alive
Take my hand
We can make this right
In this vacant night
Keep your candle bright
For any dark
Any lack of sight
Can be overcome
By the faintest light
And when it comes
When it comes
Like a sun
We’ll see
The rise
Hold my hand
We can make this right
If your heart still glows
Illuminate the night
In our darkest days
There’s a gleam of life
If we spark the flame
We could be the light
We could be the light
We could be the light
We could be the light
We could be the light
Cause when it comes…