Songtext von Trouble In Paradise

Barefoot on cobble stones I watched you walking We’ve fallen out on foreign terrain, and I'm to Blame for it You touch your lips to mine, I bite down upon Your feeble kiss And you know I’d be lying if I said that I could be Anything but this And I can hear the echo of the church bells in The morning I hate the sound as you sneak out Don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it I love you, but I wish things were different Dining in the banquet hall Cracked up broken fortress Trouble in paradise says the Italian waitress You shift your gaze from mine, I look down My eyes begin to mist And you know I’d be lying if I said that I could be Anything but this And I can hear the echo of the church bells in The morning I know the sound by heart by now Don’t want this to end, don’t want this to end And I can hear the echo of the church bells in The distance I know the sound by heart by now I don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it And I can hear the echo of the church bells in The distance I know the sound by heart by now Don’t want this to end, don’t want this to end But I can hear the echo of The church bells in the distance I know the sound by heart by now I don’t want this to end, but I guess that I let it I love you, but I wish things were different I love you, wish things could be different Wish things could be different