LEARN LYRICS

I'm telling you about a time

That kids under twenty

Can't possibly know

Montmartre back then

Hung lilacs

Right under our windows

And if the humble boarding room

That served as our nest

Didn't look like much

That's where we met

Me, who was starving

And you, who posed nude

Bohemia

Bohemia

It meant we're happy

Bohemia

Bohemia

We only ate every other day

In the nearby cafés

There were a few of us

Waiting for glory

And although penniless

With empty stomachs

We never stopped believing

And when some bar

For a good hot meal

Took one of our canvases

We'd recite verses

Huddled around the stove

Forgetting winter

Bohemia

Bohemia

It meant you're pretty

Bohemia

Bohemia

And we all had genius

Often I'd find myself

In front of my easel

Pulling all-nighters

Touching up the drawing

Of the line of a breast

Of the swell of a hip

And only at dawn

Would we finally sit

In front of a café crème

Exhausted but thrilled

How we had to love each other

And love life

Bohemia

Bohemia

It meant we're twenty

Bohemia

Bohemia

And we lived on air alone

When by chance some day

I go take a walk

To my old address

I don't recognize

Either the walls or the streets

That saw my youth

At the top of a staircase

I look for the studio

Of which nothing's left

In its new décor

Montmartre seems sad

And the lilacs are dead

Bohemia

Bohemia

We were young, we were crazy

Bohemia

Bohemia

It doesn't mean anything anymore at all