Trouble In Paradise

Barefoot on cobblestones, I watched you walking
We’ve fallen out on foreign terrain, 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 minе, I look down, my eyes begin to mist
And you know I’d bе 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