LEARN LYRICS

I headed to Paname

My guitar on my back

I crashed in tons of metro cars

While roaming its streets

Its Haussmann boulevards

Believe it or not, I turned Parisian

But real quick, I got it

That the finest picture

Is the shade of gray up above

So every day I sit down

On the edge of paradise

And I gaze at Paris rooftops

In my tiny maid's room

Tucked away on the sixth

For sure, I bother nobody, no problem

There’s nothing but students

Eccentric old-timers

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a Doisneau shot

My favorite moment

Is when everything's pitch-black

The Eiffel Tower lights me with her beacon

That’s my personal flashlight

She sweeps the night nonstop

Showing me Paris rooftops

Showing me Paris rooftops

Gotta say the world down below

Ain’t that fun

But what’re all those people chasing

Me, when I’ve had enough

When I can’t take the a**holes anymore

Or when I’m sleepless, depends

I pour myself a little drink

I tower over the scrum

It’s a year-round open museum

And I dig in with all my heart

The view’s priceless

When I get lost on Paris rooftops

Cats slink around

Living their laid-back lives

Clay chimneys, gutters

Pigeons everywhere

Between those taking off

And the ones punks swipe

There’s a lone factory

That churns out clouds

And laundry hanging on the floors

The Sacré-Cœur over there

Looks tiny from here

It’s the guardian of Paris rooftops

It’s the guardian of Paris rooftops

And in this setting

These swarming slate tiles

I picture your body snoozing

As the crow flies, I admit

We’re almost neighbors

People are kinda crazy, really

Maybe you’re not asleep

What’re you doing at this hour

Maybe you’re like that too

Cigarette between your fingers

Thinking back to Tuesday

To the two of us beneath one roof in Paris

To the two of us beneath one roof in Paris