How Does A Moment Last Forever (Montmartre) - Alan Menken

This is the Paris of my childhood

These were the borders of my life

In this crumbling, dusty attic

Where an artist loved his wife

I was the baby in that cradle

All that I knew was I was loved

Now I’m sure of so much more

Or am I…?

Easy to remember, harder to move on

Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone