Washes Over Me

I heard you went to France Did you walk along the seine Watched lovers hand in hand Did you softly call my name When you sat on a bench After tuilerie And remembered I spoke French Did you have an ache for me N' when the river of regret Rushes pa*sed your door Will you give me just a thought And wish you loved me more Well, forgive me if I dream Or hold on to memories But sometimes what might have been Washes over me Then in some dark café Did you drink a gla*s of wine The colour of my lips After kissing you all night And my hair was such a mess By the time the mornin' came You held it off my neck Said you liked it best that way N' when the river of lost years Freezes at your door Will you scate across your tears Just to touch my face once more Well, forgive me if I dream Or hold on to memories But sometimes what might have been Washes over me What might have been If she hadn't caught your eye Would I be the one you'd never leave Who would grow old by your side Well, forgive me if I dream Or hold on to memories But sometimes what might have been Washes over me Washes over me I heard you went to france