Letra de Paris 2004

Sunday morning On the bed two half-eaten croissants Sunday morning We'll soon be out on the boulevards Monday morning We have to fly back home again While I'm sleeping You paint a ring on my finger with your black marker-pen I'm all about you, you're all about me We're all about each other I'm all about you, you're all about me We're all about each other You don't have to tell, 'cause I know so well What we are all after Likewise if uncertainty puts a spell on me I have to zoom in on your laughter Wednesday morning We sleep over and we're late again Let's skip breakfast We need this precious time just to comprehend