[Intro – distant piano, deep room echo, muted jazz bass, whispered female vocal] Click… Flash… Another face appears. No camera in the street tonight… But somebody is watching. Paparazzi… Online. [Verse 1 – intimate, slow, almost spoken-sung] You don’t hear the footsteps, you don’t see the eyes. No shadows at your window, just a thousand little lights. Every picture tells a story, every story wants a name. Someone feeds the silence, someone feeds the flame. [Pre-Chorus – strings slowly rising, piano echoes] You scroll… You stare… You think nobody knows. But somewhere in the darkness, another window glows. [Chorus – wide female harmonies, noir jazz, huge reverb] Paparazzi online… Watching through the night. Paparazzi online… Living in your light. No flash… No sound… Just one more click around. Paparazzi online… Nothing stays out of sight. [Verse 2 – upright bass, brushed drums, lonely piano] Beautiful illusions, faces dressed in gold. Secrets become headlines before they’re even told. A little bit of envy, a little bit of fame. Everybody’s hunting for somebody else’s name. [Bridge – almost empty, piano + cello, long echoes] Who are you when nobody’s watching? Who are you behind the screen? And who decides what becomes a memory… before you’ve even lived the scene? [Instrumental – neoclassical piano, cello, muted trumpet, distant jazz drums] Ahhh… Click… Flash… [Final Chorus – larger, layered female voices] Paparazzi online… Watching through the night. Paparazzi online… Living in your light. No flash… No sound… Still they follow you around. Paparazzi online… Nothing stays out of sight. [Outro – piano fading into enormous reverb] One last click… One last light… Paparazzi… Online…
