Everything is exploration
Mazes underground one thing leading to the next
Bisou Bisou
My tongue marvels at the words
I never realized why it was called a train of thought until the metro connected the places I've been
All about connection
Everything's about connection
The way your hugs match his
Or the city sings the same song
Painters expressing the same feelings
There was rain and sundresses
Different customs, I like yours better
You made me crave age, freedom, the city
Old and new buildings alike
Fancy bars and expensive clothes
A life I've never had
I still marvel at the taste