Janne Schra - Paris Syndrome

You buy me a car, I go to Paris the same day.
Thinking of the tales, by the white bird and the poor boy.
You sit pretty up here, on the pillow your headache will disappear.
Living in the moment means living without fear.

Paris Syndrome, Paris Syndrome, Expectations.

Waiting for a pass that will never come from you.
Climbing all those mountains that will never have been high enough.
My eyes were on you graving your love.
Whatever I do it will be never good enough.

Paris Syndrome, Paris Syndrome, Expectations. We have learned to fly from the ones.
with broken wings we have no idea.
so, we will pass on the same mistakes.

We have learned to fly from the ones.
with broken wings we have no idea.
so, we will pass on the same mistakes.

Paris Syndrome, Paris Syndrome, Expectations.

We have learned to fly from the ones.
with broken wings we have no idea.
so, we will pass on the same mistakes.