Testo
We argued on the Channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would
Make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same
You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her, "I like your accent," and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking heavily in Soho
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were
Throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing "La Vida Loca" once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every fucking city sounds the same
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought, "Mmm, Fellini, Roma, La Dolce Vita"
But anyway, sounded like you weren't alone
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here, he wants me to know his name (Sven)
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every fucking city tastes the same
Arrivederci, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
Hasta la vista, baby
Every fucking city's just the same
