I heard you went to France Did you walk along the Seine? Watch lovers hand in hand Did you softly call my name When you sat on a bench After Tuileries Remembered I spoke French Did you have an ache for me?
When the river of regret rushes past your door Will you give me just a thought and wish you loved me more?
Well forgive me if I dream, hold on to memories But sometimes what might have been washes over me
Then in some dark cafe Did you drink a glass of wine The colour of my lips After kissing you all night My hair was such a mess By the time the morning came You held it off my neck Said you liked it best that way
When the river of lost tears freezes at your door Will you skate across your tears just to touch my face once more
Well forgive me...
What might have have been if she hadn't caught your eye Would I be the one you never leave, would grow old bye your side
