Victim of my own disillusion, build up a world in my head
It started when our phones started talking, long before we ever met
Went from talking at the weekends, spilling all our secrets
Wish it was something I could forget
Cause maybe we were lighting a fuse, but refusing to run
After all I've dreamt about, I swear to God I never thought I'd leave
Living a version of the life
Like the fantasy of Paris, it's romantic in
The show, in reality, it only makes me cold
Victim of my own expectations, God, I will ever learn
That nothing's ever quite like the stories you used to believe
Cause baby, it's out of control and I pray
And the Lord was a man for you and me
If I had known
It's a smoke set on and on, I hope it'd work out
After all I've dreamt about, I swear to God I never thought I'd leave
Living a version of the life
Like the fantasy of Paris, it's romantic in
The show, in reality, it only makes me cold

And after all we always said it could end like this someday
Paris will always be so far away