Night Flight To Paris

Hang up and listen
You found your direction and cut the line
Night flight to Paris
You’d rather leave than lose your sight
You’re done fighting the blind
Some sort of surrender
2 a.m. and the last thing I hear from you:
«Don't live a life untrue.» (x4)
You stick to your story
Every story has someone that they stick to
You pay for your glory
Everybody has someone they aspire to
And I aspire to you
But I won’t follow you
To live a life untrue
Don’t live a life untrue (x5)
You say, «You're better dead than blind.»
Don’t live a life untrue (x4)