Steel on steel, the tunnel roars,
Engines screaming, heart at war.
Smoke and shadows start to spin,
Fire outside, fire within.

Paris platform fades behind,
Headlights carve through my mind.
Passengers shout, alarms collide,
But it’s her face that fills my eyes.
Every flame across the track,
Feels like Paris calling back.

Red lights flash, the carriage shakes,
Love and danger both awake.
I hold my breath, can’t tell apart
The sparks out there from sparks in my heart.

Paris sparks, train on fire,
Running from love, but the wheels conspire.
Paris sparks, smoke and wire,
Every mile just feeds desire.
Burn it down, break it higher,
I’m the passion, she’s the fire.

Windows fog with heat and fear,
But all I see is her still near.
The carriage tilts, the sirens scream,
I’m trapped inside a fever dream.
If this is warning, if this is sign,
Then passion’s rails are crossed with mine.

Metal groans, the brakes don’t bite,
Every second feels like night.
I close my eyes and count to ten,
And see her smile again.

Paris sparks, train on fire,
Running from love, but the wheels conspire.
Paris sparks, smoke and wire,
Every mile just feeds desire.
Burn it down, break it higher,
I’m the passion, she’s the fire.

Out of control, out of line,
Love’s combustion redesigned.
If I survive this smoke and flame,
Nothing will ever feel the same.

Paris sparks, train on fire,
Fate’s conductor, heart’s supplier.
Paris sparks, through smoke and wire,
We crash but never tire.
Burn it down, break it higher,
Paris sparks — desire.