Tourist

At least I avoided cliche Holding nobody's hand along the Champs-Élysées Taking my time, breaking bread, sipping wine Meant for two It's a beautiful city for saps But turn out the lights, we're too clever for that And I know, I know we're not in love But we'd fool this old town with the view of us Thoughts from the tourist alone We could fall for the streets of Paris But the Eiffel's a joke and the punchline is me And you know, you know it's not funny But we'd laugh 'til it was, just the two of us Thoughts from the tourist alone And I know, I know that we tried to survive on a lie we couldn't endure So, what's just one more thought from the tourist? Imagine the two of us alone