In a car on the motorway with a hundred smiles an hour.
We went far when you wanted you were always the one in power.
If you said, "Let's go to Paris", well then that's what we would do,
I'd learn French and give all my bands these silly names for you.
Once you spoke of how you love the smell of the forest after the rain,
So each time it was cloudy I would take you there again.
But it's hard to follow this time, your caprice for the austere.
So come home, this city falls apart without you here.
You look so pretty when the city lights your face,
But you only speak of coastal towns these days.
You look pretty when the city lights your face,
But you only speak of coastal towns these days.
It's the same, the town and the city rain,
But you seem to see a difference, which I don't.
It's the same, the town and the city rain,
But you seem to see a difference.