Paris 2004 - Peter Bjorn & John

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 your laughter, your laughter

Wednesday morning

We sleep over and we’re late again

Let’s skip breakfast

We need this precious time just to comprehend

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

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

Each other

Each other

Each other

Each other