If I ever get the chance to walk around Montmartre one summer evening, playing the guitar and singing a song, this would be the song.

Words:

My heart sings at the sight of your smile
We both say the words, it's been a while
The world it makes sense for a moment or three
But then we're reminded
That I will soon leave

Applause from a few streets across
Punctutates arguments you never lost
An unknowing audience somehow kept time
With the rhythms of all of our punches and lines

What can I do but apologize
For this merry-go-round of hellos and goodbyes
I wish I was better at bridging this distance
I meant it when I said I'll miss this

Your heart sinks at the sound of the door
I leave with a promise that I will return
I remember the tears that fell
And I wonder,
were they for the promise,
or for the farewell

Was I
Always a project, a puzzle you found, at a
Thrift store one morning in April, a gamble
The pieces were missing
before you came looking
We both wish that we could have known

If it was
Always so perfect, what wasn't working
What changed when I left two summers ago
Was it the silence of my absence
Or the silence of the door

Was I
Always a project, a puzzle you found, at a
Thrift store one morning in April, a gamble
The pieces were missing
And soon you stopped looking
We both wish that we could have known

If it was
Always so perfect, what wasn't working
What changed when I left two summers ago
Was it the silence of my absence
Or the silence of the door

I'll never know