[Intro – hazy, sun-dappled café ambiance] Cobblestones hold faded ink Cigarette smoke curls slow and thin [Verse 1 – gentle, nostalgic] We’d linger till the streetlights bled Over sketches crumpled by the bed Your laugh tangled with the band’s soft tune Every note felt like a moonlit boon [Verse 1 Continued – warm, wistful] We’d trade our coins for cheap champagne And talk of art till the morning came The Left Bank hummed with unspoken rhyme Every corner felt like a lost time [Pre-Chorus – tender, yearning] I still taste the espresso’s bitter kiss Still hear the sound of your quiet bliss The world was ours to paint and pen Before the autumn wind pulled us apart again [Chorus – soft, lingering] Left Bank watercolors, faded now Our days of art and wine, somehow Got lost in the rush of the passing years But I still hold those moments near [Verse 2 – soft, reflective] I found your sketchbook in a box last week Pages yellowed, lines still weak You drew my face by the Seine’s slow flow Where we’d watch the barges come and go [Pre-Chorus 2 – soft, aching] I trace the curves of your old signature Wishing I could turn back the nature Of time that stole our careless days Left me with these quiet, hazy ways [Chorus 2 – warm, bittersweet] Left Bank watercolors, smudged and worn Our nights of song, now barely born In the crevices of my memory’s wall I still hear our old familiar call [Bridge – soft, introspective] The club still plays that same old waltz But the seats where we sat are now lost To strangers who don’t know our story Of love and art, and faded glory [Chorus 3 – gentle, soaring] Left Bank watercolors, I still keep The ghost of us, so deep In every brushstroke, every chord You’re still here, right where you were [Outro – fading, soft] Cobblestones hold our faded ink Cigarette smoke curls slow and thin