For Marie who continues to inspire me to write beautiful songs. This marks our latest venture in buying a beautiful rural home together. The deer come to visit when we least expect them and it is simply heaven!
https://soundcloud.com/wicked-deeds/paris-or-rome-masterParis or Rome
Two years since we first met; a string of lullabies.
Beams of light, through broken glass still flicker in our eyes.
We moved to the country, seeking Paris or Rome.
I’m in love with this place, like the smile on your face,
this is home.
Sunlight in the morning, wild deer come to play.
They look, they
know we’re watching through the rhythm of the day.
The sounds of the traffic, their bumpers of chrome
so far from this peace, this delightful release,
this is home.
Her eyes are like like a summer’s day:
A firestorm of stars.
I’m in love with this place
Like the small on your face,
This is home.
Written by Paul Vasey February 2022
https://soundcloud.com/wicked-deeds/paris-or-rome-master