On a full moon in Munich I woke up drunk
There’s Incriminating footage and everyone’s in love
The world is a beautiful place and I’ll throw up where I want

And standing by the van in the harsh light of tomorrow
A drizzle is persistent as the fleshy taste of sorrow
A kind, and slightly patronizing face guides me back to bed

And I had tried to be sweet, I had tried to show love
But I was too drunk, and you were too numb so I
Listen on the train ride in past the point of no returning

And I mean Paris, sure knows it’s Paris
And I can’t tell if I like that, romantic and side-tracked
High on someone else's hash
I and I’ll say goodnight to the west side
Bid these lane-less lane-ways a fine goodbye
And say goodnight, say goodnight to Paris

On the floor of an Italian restaurant
I kicked a football with the owner’s kids in the adjacent vacant lot
Some guy who spoke no English showed up with a couple of dogs

And I called you from outside a crumbling hotel
Next to fifteen-hundred highways and a neon citadel
This is gonna be some real fun trouble I can already tell
And over the ambulance sirens carousel I yell, how was your day?