Yes, I do I have a certain trouble getting through To you But you, you too But you just hide it better than I do You do But well, I 'm not, I'm not that blue And I'm just not euphoric At least from a specific point of view 'Cause there's nothing new And in the end it's always about you No matter what or where it's always you In Paris, Rome, New York or Katmandu Inside a cage, or in Honolulu Your mother's house, a mountain in Peru It's always you It's always you It's always you