| Lyrics: | I'm alone,
Sitting with my broken glass.
My fore ones,
Follow me through my
past.
I was on a Paris train,
I emerged in London rain.
And you were waiting
there,
Swiming through apologies.
I remember searching for the perfect words.
I
was hoping you might change your mind.
I remember the soldier standing next to me.
Riding
on the Metro.
I wore white smiling as you took my hand,
So the mood we spoke in
France.
You were passed with shallow words
Years have passed, there's still the
hurt
You were passed with shallow words
Years have passed, there's still the hurt
I
could see it now, smiling as I pulled away.
- Sorry -
I remember the letter wrinkled
in my hand.
"I love you" always filled my eyes.
I remember the night we walked along the
Seine,
Riding on the Metro.
I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier
turned, then looked away
Fuck you for loving me.
Riding on the Metro |
