The History of War
In another life you were London and I was Paris.
Enemies from the beginning, connected in secret.
Only united to face a common threat.
We threw down our swords and did what we could.
The broken heart was sleeping and we let it rest for a few more hours.
In the end we parted, the greatest of our name, but not the same.
City of Dreams, City of Lights, night and day, cloud and sun.
I say I hate you but darling we both know I don’t mean it.