Victim of my own disillusion, build up a world in my headIt started when our phones started talking, long before we ever metWent from talking at the weekends, spilling all our secretsWish it was something I could forgetCause maybe we were lighting a fuse, but refusing to runAfter all I've dreamt about, I swear to God I never thought I'd leaveLiving a version of the lifeLike the fantasy of Paris, it's romantic inThe show, in reality, it only makes me coldVictim of my own expectations, God, I will ever learnThat nothing's ever quite like the stories you used to believeCause baby, it's out of control and I prayAnd the Lord was a man for you and meIf I had knownIt's a smoke set on and on, I hope it'd work outAfter all I've dreamt about, I swear to God I never thought I'd leaveLiving a version of the lifeLike the fantasy of Paris, it's romantic inThe show, in reality, it only makes me coldAnd after all we always said it could end like this somedayParis will always be so far away