Going to Paris Songtext
von The Eclectic Moniker

When that line was crossed
When you took that turn
You believe that you were right
But as it turns out
When you've run your course
You're nowhere near the place you'd like
Take some time to think
What your sister said
About your nack for getting lost
I'm the compass guy
I'm the pilots eye
But you're still lost here at my side
We're still alive here in the old little house
All the brass that you shine with your hands
And the old routines that you got from your mother


Are oxidated and all antiquated but
Let just keep the appearances up we'll be safe
How I wanted to be the one for you
But now we know it's all too late
We just stuck with it after our first kid
And we still sleep in seperate beds
You always had a crazy idea about leaving, going to paris
All the brass that you shine with your hands
And the old routines that you got from your mother are
Oxidated and all antiquated but
Let just keep the appearances up we'll be
Safe from all other eyes that might judge us and
We'll just sit here in front of the TV set
Watch the news and the movies they make
And we'll shake our heads as the thunder and lightning will strike