In a car on the motorway with a hundred smiles an hour We went far When you wanted you were always the one in the power If you said let's go to Paris, well then that's what we will do I'd learn French and give all my bands these silly names for you Once you spoke of how you love the smell of the forest after the rain So each time it was cloudy I would take you there again But it's hard to follow this time, your caprice for the austere So come home, this city falls apart without you here You look so pretty when the city lights your face But you only speak of costal towns these days You look pretty when the city lights your face But you only speak of costal towns these days It's the same The town and the city rain But you seem to see a difference wich I don't It's the same The town and the city rain But you seem to see a difference