Now that we're through,
Is there nothing I could say,
Or even do?
To get through,
Through to you,
Have you forgot,
About the vows we wouldn't make?
Now that the hour's getting late,
Won't you run, run with me,
Far away from Fate...?
...Far away from,
Far away from,
Far away from fate...
And the chansonier sings of romance,
To Paris and it's faithfull muse,
For a love left, long forgotten,
And a love we'd never lose,
Yeah a love we'd never lose,
For a love we'd never lose...
Now won't you break,
The precious vows we wouldn't make?
Now that the hour's getting late,
Won't you run, run with me,
Far away from Fate...?
...And far away from,
Far away from,
Far away from me...
