Song of you - Part 4

4 am rolls in in Paris,
but God knows where you are,
when I begin to sleep.

6 am rolls in in Paris,
but I guess you're still a little far,
as I begin to wake.

10 months of us rolls in in Paris,
and I have a waking dream of you
rolling like the only ocean.
We roll apart in Paris
and I build a need for you;
and in the chill dawn air
I softly shiver.