|
Somehow we drifted off too far |
|
Communicate like distant stars |
|
Splintered voices down the phone |
|
The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no |
|
Someone waits behind the door |
|
Hiroshima Mon Amour |
|
|
|
Riding inter-city trains |
|
Dressed in European gray |
|
Riding out to echo beach |
|
A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no |
|
How can I ever let them go? |
|
Hiroshima Mon Amour |
|
|
|
Meet beneath the autumn lake |
|
Where only echoes penetrate |
|
Walk through Polaroids of the past |
|
Future's fused like shattered glass, the sun's so low |
|
Turns our silhouettes to gold |
|
Hiroshima Mon Amour |
