In a car on the motorway with a hundred smiles an hour
We went far
When you wanted you were always the one in the power
If you said lets go to Paris, well then thats what we will do
Id 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 its 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 costal towns these days
You look pretty when the city lights your face
But you only speak of costal towns these days
Its the same
The town and the city rain
But you seem to see a difference wich I dont
Its the same
The town and the city rain
But you seem to see a difference