Washes Over Me

When you sat on a bench<br /> After tuilerie<br /> And remembered I spoke french<br /> Did you have an ache for me<br /> <br /> N` when the river of regret<br /> Rushes passed your door<br /> Will you give me just a thought<br /> And wish you loved me more<br /> <br /> Well, forgive me if I dream<br /> Or hold on to memories<br /> But sometimes what might have been<br /> Washes over me<br /> <br /> Then in some dark cafй<br /> Did you drink a glass of wine<br /> The colour of my lips<br /> After kissing you all night<br /> <br /> And my hair was such a mess<br /> By the time the mornin` came<br /> You held it off my neck<br /> Said you liked it best that way<br /> <br /> N` when the river of lost years<br /> Freezes at your door<br /> Will you scate across your tears<br /> Just to touch my face once more<br /> <br /> Well, forgive me if I dream<br /> Or hold on to memories<br /> But sometimes what might have been<br /> Washes over me<br /> <br /> What might have been<br /> If she hadn`t caught your eye<br /> Would I be the one you`d never leave<br /> Who would grow old by your side<br /> <br /> Well, forgive me if I dream<br /> Or hold on to memories<br /> But sometimes what might have been<br /> Washes over me<br /> Washes over me<br /> I heard you went to France