Victim of my own disillusion
Built up a world in my head
Started when our phones did the talking
Long before we ever met
Went from talking at the weekends
Spilling all my secrets
Wish it was something I could forget
Cos maybe we were lighting a fuse but refusing to run
After all I'd dreamt about
I swear to god I never thought I'd leave
Living a version of a lie
Like the fantasy of Paris
It's romantic in the snow
In reality it only makes me cold
Victim of my own expectations
God how will I ever learn?
That nothing's ever quite like the stories we used to believe
Cus maybe it's out our control
And the grey and the old wasn't meant for you and me
And if had've noticed the smoke
Stead of holding onto hope it'd work out
After all I'd dreamt about
I swear to god I never thought I'd leave
Living a version of a lie
Like the fantasy of Paris
It's romantic in the snow
In reality it only makes me cold
After all we always said it could end like this some day
Paris will always be so far away
