Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do
Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the
Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask
If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would
Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty,
But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay
You gotta ask
I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same
Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2

Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same
Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me
Stay with me in silence
I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along
Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news

I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company
to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long

ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon
ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir
ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie
ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi

ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour
Qui ne durera pas toujours

ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin
ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution
ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon
ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments

English translation :

PARIS
ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts
ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side
ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ
Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you
ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever
ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving
To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work
ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution
ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers

unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon
ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals

Light up the room

Shadows in Blue

All that I knew

Vanished from view

Fool to the game

Moth to the flame

Caught in the rain

Run away train

Round and round

Upside down

Over you

Lost in your eyes

Frozen in time

We'll be just fine

Lover of mine

Round and round

Inside out

Over you

Over you

Over you

You

You

You

You

I donʼt really know what it is Iʼm supposed to do

My friends they go quiet when conversation turns to you

They said I should go out and just find somebody new

Thatʼs just their point of view
But

Iʼd rather just wait on you




We go up and we go down like lovers often do

Sometimes itʼs bliss

Sometimes itʼs blue

People like to comment but they just donʼt have a clue

Thatʼs just their point of view

But Iʼd rather just wait on you

Come on over in the morning

As the night starts to slide

We can watch the shadows falling In to light

Throwing stones at my window

Quiet steps down the stars

Thereʼs a place only we know

We share

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

And the streets seem so empty

Only us in the road

Youʼre the only one that makes me

Less alone

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

Wide open

Wide open love

You know just what to do with your heart

I know hiding itʼs your favourite part

You know just how much to reveal

I know, Iʼm caught up, head over heels

Mmmm

How could I miss what I never had?

Mmmm

If this ainʼt love why does it hurt so bad?

You call just when I think that youʼre gone

I fall back to where I was before

We spin round and around in a wheel

Never saying just how we feel

Mmmm

How could I miss what I never had?

Mmmm

If this ainʼt love why does it hurt so bad?

Mmmm

How could I miss what I never had?

Mmmm

If this ainʼt love why does it hurt so bad?

We spin around round round round

We spin around round round

We spin around round round round

We spin around round round

We spin around round round round

(How could I miss what I never had?)

We spin around round round
We spin around round round round

(If this ainʼt love why does it hurt so bad?)

We spin around round round

I swear thereʼs somewhere we can go

Streetlights line never ending roads

I swear thereʼs somewhere in the sky

We can watch the day

Turn in to night

Letʼs leave this town

Find A new one

You know Iʼll never let you down

My heart burns whenever your around

Forget all the troubles that you have

Pack them up
Put them in the past

Letʼs leave this town

Letʼs leave this town

Find A new one

Find A new one

Find A new one

Find A new one

I swear thereʼs somewhere we can go

Streetlights line never ending roads

Somewhere where the streets are blue

Somewhere where the crowds are few

Somewhere where no one knows our name

Somewhere I can be with you

Together where the air is new

Baby we could feel good again

Wind the windows down

Put on your favourite song

Weʼll escape this town

Find a place where we belong

Somewhere on the avenue

We can rent a room for two

Just to lie and listen to the rain

Wind the windows down

Put on your favourite song

Weʼll escape this town

Find a place where we belong

Wind the windows down

Put on your favourite song

Weʼll escape this town

Find a place where we belong

Sous le dôme épais
Où le blanc jasmin
À la rose s'assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs,
Riant au matin
Viens, descendons ensemble.
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l'onde frémissante
D'une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord,
Où la source dort et
L'oiseau, l'oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais
Où le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!
Sous le dôme épais
Où le blanc jasmin
À la rose s'assemble
Sur la rive en fleurs,
Riant au matin
Viens, descendons ensemble.
Doucement glissons de son flot charmant
Suivons le courant fuyant
Dans l'onde frémissante
D'une main nonchalante
Viens, gagnons le bord,
Où la source dort et
L'oiseau, l'oiseau chante.
Sous le dôme épais
Où le blanc jasmin,
Ah! descendons
Ensemble!