Tunnels of My Mind

There's no where to be for fear of losing time
Travelling down the tunnels of my mind
Got a three day ticket to history and a wound up spring inside of me and I'm flying
Travelling down the tunnels of my mind

I heard Quasimodo's tolling of the bell
Wore the crown of thorns inside of Saint Chapelle
I heard the cries from Le Bastille
Papa's cooking my next meal, I'm flying
Travelling down the tunnels of my mind

Lost in the Maraise, juxtaposition, Champs-Elysees.
Enlightening the time, Voltaire shares the words of du Chatelet

The melody of Debussy is swirling swaying, mocks decaying
With God's hand Auguste Rodin, the light is captured, shape enraptured; seeps through thought and kiss and stone
Claude Monet abandons chrome
Rene Descartes doubts everything
I can still hear Edith Piaf sing

I tasted Triomphe and I named the unknown dead
Marie Antoinette still walking with her head
I stood the lines into the Louve
The pyramid didn't fit that groove, I'm flying
Travelling down the tunnels of my mind

I stopped a frenchman who was walking down the rue
He said to get away from Molin Rouge
Quartier Latin c'est bonne.
Go to Parqe Des Butts Chaumont, I'm flying
Travelling down the tunnels of my mind