Sacre Coeur - Tina Dickow

Poison racing through my veins

A sordid pull to the insane

A constant gravity to change

And I don’t know where to go Paris breaths beneath my feet

Thirsty skin against concrete

My sacred heart misleading me And I don’t know where to go No, I don’t know where to go

I could go home to my love

And live the life I’ve always wanted

Or I could go on running off

Into the night, lonely and haunted

And the strange thing is I don’t know which I prefer

As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur

Paris falls under my eyes

History against one life

My sacred heart’s on no-one's side

And I don’t know where to go No, I don’t know where to go

I could go home to my love

And live the life I’ve always wanted

Or I could go on running off

Into the night, lonely and haunted

And the strange thing is I don’t know which I prefer

As I sit here and watch the sun set

I could go home to my love

And live the life I’ve always wanted

Or I could go on running off

Into the night, lonely and haunted

I could go home to my love

It’s all there if I want it But the sad thing is I don’t know which I prefer

As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur