What do you see when you look at us?
Who do you imagine you want to be?
A lion in my planet or the Persian cat at your balcony?
The one I imagined in a flight to the sun or the one that shot with silencer?
Or the pawn and the king at the same time?
Paris without you is a grey wedding dress
To pretend I can say 'no' to you
That there will be a kiss just before the word 'end'
You and me were us, the broken dishes, an E minor
The light inside the tunnel, Monday's cross, the dome number two
I told myself a story and it ends like this
With my adress in your ID card
What's laughing? What's crying? What does it matter?
Paris without you is a grey wedding dress
To pretend I can say 'no' to you
That there will be a kiss just before the word 'end'
Paris without you is a grey wedding dress
Paris without you is a grey wedding dress
To pretend I can say 'no' to you
That there will be a kiss just before the word 'end'