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 passed 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 cafй
Did you drink a glass 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