History

Paris, nineteen sixty-five
A summernight, a moonlit sky
Two lovers walking hand in hand
But he could not understand

Why those hands trembled all night long
He thought there must be something wrong
All her life just seems so unreal
He wondered what would she feel

Champs-Élysées
Clouds fading the moon away
A kiss, a sigh
Then they said goodbye
She disappeared in the night
For a moment she cried

History
It's the same old tragic history
So now and then
It comes alive again
A woman and a man
They will never see each other again
This history
Could be you and me

Paris, nineteen sixty-five
A summernight, a dark black sky
He stood there standing in the rain
Couldn't stand the pain

Paris, it is 4 AM
He couldn't sleep and went out to see her again
He knew he simply could not wait
But he came too late

Champs-Élysées
The start of a bright new day
An empty room, no sign, the gloom
Oh, it just made him go mad
And his life seemed so sad

History
It's the same old tragic history (History)
So now and then
It comes alive again
A woman and a man
They will never see each other again (History)
This history
Could be you and me

Oh, history
It's the same old tragic history (History)
So now and then
It comes alive again
A woman and a man
They will never see each other again (History)
This history
Could be you and me

Oh, history
It's the same old tragic history (History)
So now and then
It comes alive again
A woman and a man
They will never see each other again (History)
Oh, this history