World Without Humans - Montmartre's Sorrow Lyrics

In the winding streets of Montmartre, where artists once held sway
The echoes of their passion, linger to this day
A hidden studio beckons, a secret to unfold
In the heart of Montmartre, a story to be told

Montmartre's lament, carried on the wind
In the cobblestone alleys, the past and present blend
The brushstrokes of mystery, paint a picture in my mind
In Montmartre's faded colors, the truth I'll find

A sketchbook in the shadows, holds the key to what's at stake
The pigeons gather round me, a choice I have to make
The symbols and the sketches, a map to guide my way
In Montmartre's winding paths, I cannot stay

The earth shakes beneath me, the streets begin to crack
Montmartre's beauty crumbles, there's no turning back
Through the dust and debris, I'll find my way out
In Montmartre's darkest hour, I'll leave no doubt

From the ruins of the Sacré-Cœur, a new path is revealed
The pigeons fly before me, their purpose unconcealed
The sketchbook's final page, a revelation to behold
In Montmartre's shattered landscape, the future will unfold

Montmartre's secrets fade, as I leave the hills behind
The path ahead uncertain, but I've made up my mind
With the sketchbook as my guide, and the pigeons in the sky
In Montmartre's broken beauty, I'll bid my goodbye