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