Sandro Perri – Everybody's Paris, Pt. III lyrics

[Dan Bejar]
Did I really mean to do this?
London and Rome feel sickeningly real
Not everybody's Paris
Where everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody's Paris
Everybody's France
Everybody thinks this wasn't anybody's last chance
Everybody wants
Everybody gets cigarettes

In a city of lights
In a city that lights up
Everybody wants to fall then get back up
But all around you the dead stack up
In everybody's Paris
Look, just go to the end of the road then you back up
A labouring angel needs a baby to be born
To a young man with a horn
In everybody's Paris
The ceiling fan looks like a plan for a sky designed
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to pieces
To tear you to pieces
To tear you to pieces
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to pieces
To cut you to shreds
To tear you to shreds
In everybody's Paris

It's your city of lights
It's your city that lights up
Everybody's Paris
Everybody's France
Everybody thinks this was everybody's last chance
To nameless, the named
The blameless dead apples
The last thing we need in this world
Is something to sing about
Everyone go right ahead, everyone shred
Love is good but love can be wielded
In everybody's Paris
Where everybody haunts a haunted house
Wherever you go, I wanted you there
Ten feet in the snow
An inch from the air in everybody's Paris
Everybody's Paris
Along the River Seine
Swore I would never do this to you again