| I’m out of my depth and in a good way
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| But it could take a moment 'til I feel okay
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| I’m in the fast lane but there’s a hold up
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| I’ll get where I’m going, may be bit slow but
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| I’m going to take each day as it comes
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| Been holding on to all that holds me down
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| Stuck in a skin of mine I should have shed by now
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| All of this change has made me wake up, begin to look around
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| And it feels like Paris; |
| the chaos ingrained in this grandness
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| The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of one’s sadness
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| As it holds a mirror up to you, you will consider deeply who you are
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| I’m but a stranger at a foreign station
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| That’s all heartache is: disorientation
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| Patiently I’ll wait for someone to tell me where I am and where to next
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| So I can find my feet and feel at home again
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| All of this change has made me break but I know I’m on the mend
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| This whole thing feels like Paris; |
| the chaos ingrained in this grandness
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| The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of my sadness
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| As it holds a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be
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| Like I’m in Paris, emotions copious and oh so candid
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| My sense of independence real and rampant in the midst of my sadness
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| As it hold a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be
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| Like I’m in Paris
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| Even to be lonely in a grocery is picturesque
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| Things so simple and mundane are full of meaning and romance
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| All of this change has made me break but I know I’m on the mend
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| The whole thing feels like Paris; |
| the chaos ingrained in this grandness
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| The greyest days can still seem magic in the midst of my sadness
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| As it holds a mirror up to me, I will consider who I want to be
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| Like I’m in Paris, emotions copious and oh so candid
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| My sense of independence real and rampant in the midst of my sadness
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| As it hold a mirror up to me, I will consider who I’m going to be like I’m in
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| Paris |