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The Ghosts of Paris | Midnight Noir Chill | Enchanting • Parisian Jazz Noir

The Ghosts of Paris • Paris is a city that only tells the truth when it’s tired of being great. As the bakeries close and the streetlights flicker out, the ghosts of who we used to be start to wander the Saint-Germain. This is a soundtrack for the walks you take alone, retracing steps that were once shared, in a city that remembers your secrets better than you do. "We became ghosts of Paris, for love's sake." This track explores the weight of "almost." It’s about the promise not to become a postcard—a static, hollow version of a real memory. We were beautiful chapters written in borrowed light, and even if the story didn't finish, the shadows of our conversations still linger on every corner of the Seine. ➡️ Not every silence is empty. Listen to our stories, subscribe to MIDNIGHT NOIR CHILL, and find the beauty in the things we leave behind. 🌑 THE LYRICS We met under broken streetlight gold, Near a bakery closing too late, You said Paris only tells the truth When it’s tired of being great. Your coat smelled like rain and cigarettes, And something I couldn’t name, You laughed like you didn’t believe In staying the same. We walked without directions, Let the night decide, Every bridge felt temporary, Every kiss, a quiet lie. Now I walk past our shadows On Saint-Germain again, They’re still leaning into each other, Like we never reached the end. The city kept your heartbeat, I kept the ache, We became ghosts of Paris, For love’s sake. You wrote my name on café glass With fog and restless hands, Said, “Promise me we won’t become Postcards we don’t understand.” We drank cheap wine like it was sacred, Pretended time was slow, But Paris always knows When something’s about to go. Every train whispered maybe, Every dawn said no, We learned how to love deeply And leave quietly so. Now I walk past our shadows On Saint-Germain again, They’re still holding conversations We never finished then. The river learned our secrets, The street learned my face, We became ghosts of Paris, For love’s sake. Je me souviens de nous, Sous les lumières fanées, Two hearts playing brave In a city that doesn’t stay. I still order what you loved, Still sit where you’d sit, Still talk to empty chairs Like they might answer it. If forever is a story We were too afraid to write, Then we were beautiful chapters In borrowed light. 🎶 Music and Lyrics by MIDNIGHT NOIR CHILL / Ink Stays Dark - Because some stories never leave the shadows. 🌑 THE NOIR UNIVERSE 🎶The Music: Stream the official Midnight Noir Chill collection and stay in the shadows: → Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7h56i... → Apple Music:   / midnight-noir-chill   → TikTok:   / midnightnoirchill   → Instagram:   / midnightnoirchill   → Facebook:   / midnightnoirchill   🌑 RELATED PROJECTS 🎙️ The Podcast: Dive into the grit. Listen to the "Ink Stays Dark" podcast by Adrian Klein: → https://open.spotify.com/show/6NJe0eH... 🌑 Ink Stays Dark Collective: Website: https://www.inkstaysdark.com TikTok:   / inkstaysdark   #ParisAtDawn #MIDNIGHTNOIRCHILL #ParisianNoir #DarkJazz #SaintGermain #InkStaysDark