Lyric

We wander where roads whisper

Your voice guides the sunset

You reach into my dreamworld

Don't let me forget

That night we left for Paris

Dressed in paper planes

Singing songs from the sixties

Lying in the rain

And every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing you do

And every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing you do

In town with God and gypsies

You read me from your palm

But that night you met your father

And now you are gone

But every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing you do

And every little thing

Every little thing

Every little thing you do

When the morning starts to breathe

In the beauty that you left

With the voice that kissed the moon

And the breath that kissed my neck