Patrick Watson Beijing
Woke up in Beijing
In someone else’s arms on me
Through someone else’s life
That I’m not sure belongs to me
There was a sound of a city, speaks to me
There was a sound of a city, sings me a song for the lovely moments
Through someone else’s eyes
Strangers they don’t look
Through someone else’s woods
Just to take a break from mine
It was a sound of the city, speaks to me
It was a sound of the city, sings me a song for the lovely moments.
There was a sound of a city, speaks to me
There was a sound of a city, sing me a song for the lovely moments
