Hiding in rooftops

All of the lovers

With their significant others

They whisper their way

Through the droplets of rain

And the fairy lights keep swaying

Between the sane

Between the fame

And the conversation is painful

I guess it's all part of the game

It's a forced reality

A fake mentality

I don't wanna be a part of it

A forced reality

A fake mentality

I don't wanna be a part of it

The daffodils of paris

They keep blowing in the wind

And the people

They keep on talking

And I don't hear a thing

The daffodils of paris

They just keep on coming in

And the people

They keep on talking

And I don't hear a thing

There's crystal glasses

There's angels dancing

I'm keeping myself to myself

And they're trying to find all the answers

Thinking a stranger can give them help

There's liquid dreams

There's beautiful things

The night time is drawing them in

Their pulses are racing

Heart beats are making

Love to empty things

It's a forced reality

A fake mentality

I don't wanna be a part of it

A forced reality

A fake mentality

I don't wanna be a part of it

The daffodils of paris

They keep blowing in the wind

And the people

They keep on talking

And I don't hear a thing

The daffodils of paris

They just keep on coming in

And the people

They keep on talking

And I don't hear a thing

The daffodils of paris

They keep blowing in the wind

It's a forced reality

A fake mentality

And the people

They keep on talking

And I don't hear a thing