The middle of August in Paris

No one's in town except the tourists

The perfect time to go out for a walk

Don't even need to talk

The streets are hot the air is heavy

Those people making me feel lonely

I'm looking for a secret alley

No one has ever seen

A stranger's head behind a window

A scary look that hides a weirdo

I'm pretty sure that he's staring at me

But no one else can see

Summer nights what should I do

It's cold and it's warm white and blue

Summer nights is it true

Temperature rising minds out of tune

I keep on walking in the city

This one bedroom flat seems empty

A little later there's a party

Now an old symphony

Someone is digging underground there

To understand what's happening in your head

But who you really are is a thing

No one should ever see

Summer nights what should I do

It's cold and it's warm white and blue

Summer nights is it true

Temperature rising minds out of tune

Summer nights what should I do

It's cold and it's warm white and blue

Summer nights what should I do

It's cold and it's warm white and blue

Summer nights is it true

Temperature rising minds out of tune