Yet you're the hero of my dreams?

We made our way along the river 

And we sat down in the grass by the Eiffel tower. 

I was so happy we had met, it was the age of no regret 

Our last summer 

 We were living for the day, worries far away 

But underneath we had a fear of flying 

Of getting old, a fear of slowly dying 

Living for the day, worries far away