It was a Parisian fluke, and what did I do?
Sat on a bollard and I did not move
Although I knew that...
That there is something I just can't pretend
Confident men and their [bad word] friends
Always win in the end
Always

Read into signs like a knowing wink, more than I should
Emails that drowned in lovers' ink know that I would
Make poor excuses for the things I never dared
I would have kissed you but the moon was there
Watching no-one care
No way

With spirit waltzing
I found something
That belonged to you
Years ago

The emails were drowned in lovers' ink
For their own good
I'll tell you something I just can't pretend
Confident men and their [bad word] friends
Will kill me in the end
Always