Young love, took to the skies Long days, longer nights Stay in heaven for two 'Til the streets come alive By the light of the moon Young ones, fresh from the sheet Night air beckoning Spread our silhouette out Over cobble and brick in an unknown town Oh, a memory In Paris at Midnight When the timing was just right Oh, such electricity Making shapes in the darkness So elusive an artist Young hearts searching for trace Of old charm, golden grey Land of poet and brush But the legacy hides 'til your eyes adjust Oh, a memory In Paris at Midnight When the timing was just right Oh, such electricity Making shapes in the darkness So elusive an artist Just to be back again - Just to be back again - Just to be back again - Again.