Lyrics Folk Song 14 - Paris Street

This is the story of our swift decline
After the truths became so hard to find
As our secrets were exposed
It made liars of us both
This is the story of our swift decline

This is the song I knew I'd sing someday
Just not this soon and never in this way
I thought I had my fill
Of these type of laments, still
This is the song I knew I'd sing someday

This type of story's really nothing new
It's premise is clichéd and overused
It happens all the time, you see
Why should ours end differently
This type of story's really nothing new

This is the song that we will think of when
Something reminds us of the time we spent
The Soulard's flower stands
The Vietnamese place on Grand
This is the song that we will think of then

This is the story of our swift decline
How something strong turned to a waste of time
With nothing learned, we'll just
Repeat this farce with someone else
This is the story of our swift decline