I should of never had a 40
I think I ate a little early
Now the colors are floating
In space
Now we're talking light hearted
My minds all cathardic
I always knew it wasnt
A race
Ooh, spending weeks in paris
Ooh, spending weeks in paris
My minds spinning round spoiled to the sound
Watch me leave a trace
It's hard to get up in the morning
My eyes closed, sun is pouring
I remind myself to embrace
Even though your lying next to me
I just enjoy the company
I only want my own time and space
Ooh, spending weeks in paris
Ooh, spending weeks in paris
My minds spinning round spoiled to the sound
Watch me leave a trace