Tonight we read the end of the story,
Let’s turn these yellow pages over
Let's find a new beginning
This story is already dead sweetheart
Let’s get rid of the stench and the carcass

Let me open these windows
And let some summer breeze in
Let me smile for a change
Let me put on those brown suede I bought
For that special occasion

Let me dance for a while under the stars
And find my singing voice again
This life is not over, yet.

Let me walk all the bridges in Paris, O’ hopeless romantic
Lets me stare at the Sistine chapel and owe
Let me have that first kiss again
And that tickling sensation at the back of neck

I am here, to fall in love again with life