Текст песни The Vigil - Paris Street

Of course I was the odd man out
The third wheel or 2,003rd
Clueless as the vigil went
Songs sung, candles burned

An apt agent for my country
A proxy for ignorance
Who moved on once the spotlight dimmed
To lighter news, to fluffy trends

Forgive me I'm a stranger here
Who senses a photo op
Something for the friends back home
Context-free, nicely cropped

A speech and then the square empties
I blend in with the crowd
The creaks and squeals from Tivoli
Follow me around .. .

... the road back to the hotel bar
The once-large crowd diminishes
A glass ordered of the house red
My first night in town finishes