Escaped to Paris on a boat
the wind and water around my throat
i saw structures, many lives
distract me from being alive
I'm feeling their fingers gripping on my throat
im feeling their system willing us to lose
if I hear your whisper on this open road
maybe we can sail on this boat back home
little people little lives God is not just in the sky
in your church or super mosques
smash your ego on the rocks
who needs heaven who needs more time
expose your shadow to the light
what we lack in modern times
truths a whisper telling lies
little people little lives
from town to city as i drive
when you leave the whole world dies
so tell yourself a cosy lie
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