Paris

Remember when I met you in the backstreets of paris
Fell in love at your favourite bar drinking on the terrace
Dropped my suit and tie my white lies my nice guy demeanour
Because I wanted you to see me differently

You occupy my mind every second of the day
And I treasured all the idioms that you love to say
Dreaming of a country mansion but a one bed flat will do
I wanted you to see me differently

And if we get old
I at least want you here when it all unfolds
If we're the last two standing
On earth
Would you come back to paris

I daydream about all the things that we could have been
Like the carrot that I can't seem to reach that's dangling from my chin
And the jealousy the anger the constant amnesia
Because I wish that we could do things differently

Every day that goes on by I get an anxious feeling
That I might never see that smile the warm fuzzy greetings
I can hold on to the chance that you might change your mind
Maybe we could do things differently

And if we get old
I at least want you here when it all unfolds
And if we're the last two standing on Earth
Would you come back to paris

It's the boom clap slap the sound of my heart as its kicking in my chest again
We could go back to the bar with the cigarettes choking up my lungs again
My personalities the same but my style can change
So if you're free would you come back to Paris

I was hurt confused and made to bleed
For what we had made me believe
I was hurt confused and made to bleed
For what we had made me believe
I was hurt confused and made to bleed
For what we had made me believe
For what we had made me believe
For what we had made me believe

And If we get old
I at least want you here when it all unfolds
And if we're the last two standing on earth
Would you come back to paris

Would you come back to paris with me