Chicago is the home of emotion, and Paris is the city of love
So I'm not sure what we're doing here
In your living room, We should be out painting the town...

I forget that you get sad, sometimes as well

I could lay awake in your arms all day
But only your heart is my home...
So I'm not sure what we're doing here
In your living room, we should be out painting the town

Sometimes I feel like the enemy
Sometimes I feel, like you're my only friend