I Still Dream of Getting Back to Paris

I still dream of getting back to Paris
Don’t let me down cause I’m on the short list
The slider in your head is fading from your iris
I read in you as the book I just want to resist

I don’t want to be a trigger on your fingertip
I don’t want to be the light in your hair
I don't want to ride your lifeless little guilty trip
I don’t want to be the winner and the loser
Cause the writer and the reader are there

Oh no soft reading
Oh no keep hard seeing
Oh no keep white ceilings
Oh no pills and soaps are dripping down
Running down going down
Let me climb down

I still dream of an escape in Paris
So many years until we get to Rigel five
The balance in your head is leading to Polaris
Cherish the stars and shine like the sun when you drive

I don’t want to be the glitter on your fingernails
I don’t want to be the light in your hair
I don’t want to weigh your life of happiness on scales
I don’t want to be the joker or the dealer
The spinner of the wheel unfair

Oh no soft reading, oh no keep hard seeing
Oh no keep white ceilings
Oh no pills and soaps are dripping down
Running down down going down down
Let me climb down
Down running down down going down down
So sad to say goodbye
So sad to say goodbye

I still dream of an escape in Paris
So many years until we get to Rigel five
The balance in your head is leading to Polaris
Cherish the stars and shine like the sun when you drive