How many empty promises
How many wishes out the window
How many years done for
How many kisses without feeling
Monotony
Bad habit
Tattooed on the sofa
If love makes itself comfortable
That commitment you entered into one day disappears
And there is no way back
We didn't even have Paris left
No even the April afternoon
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
We didn't even have Paris left
Not even the April afternoon
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
I take inventory of all the hugs I never gave you
Of all those nights you waited for me
I used to come back
In the wee hours
Avoiding reality
Seeing that commitment used to hurt me too much
So that one day we began and had reached the end
We didn't even have Paris left
No even the April afternoon
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
We didn't even have Paris left
Not even the April afternoon
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
We didn't even have Paris left
No even the April afternoon
Not even the morning verses
I've given you everything, and nothing remains
Nothing...