Leaving Paris

I just wanna hide but I can't get off the street

I found a quiet park, now you're making a call out on your balcony

I can't write good no more so this song's mostly score for a film I'm bound to miss

I suppose I deserve this

And at the tower at dark, in the sparks with the rain glistening

Call me out on all my lies 'bout good luck kisses in old Pair-Eee

But you offered me your cheek, wiped my eyes with your scarf and on the train lay your head on me

Well well well, isn't this bliss

I suppose that I deserve this

Just one night before leaving Paris