In comparison to Paris
You lie like the city of lights and
You fight like my parents
About who and what and when

And you barely even shared it
Goodnight to the pretty old sky
And goodnight to the terrace
Where we knew what we had been

And your mind is just like theirs is
To die, what a pity to die without getting to cherish
All the things you left behind

And I know you know what fair is
So why do you sit there and cry like you might have to bear this, like you'd even have to try?

I know for a fact I'm on your mind, like all the time
And when you get back to being fine, then I'm your guy

In the valley there's a river that moves like a snake, how it glides and it slithers away in a way that makes it seem to only grow bigger

There's a boat upon this river
That came from the lake and she's headed away for the winter
And freezing and I'd be most pleased to go with her
But it seems that I am stuck on you and you are stuck on me
And I don't know what to do 'cause you did this to me

Oh, in comparison to Paris
You lie like the city of lights and
You fight like my parents
About who and what and when

And you barely even shared it
Goodnight to the pretty old sky
And goodnight to the terrace
Where we knew what we had been

I know for a fact I'm on your mind, like all the time
And when you get back to being fine then I'm your guy