and in my mind
I still see Paris in the spring
our Metro station
where the old woman used to sing
"je ne regret rien”
with a voice that cut right through the heart
there's so much coming back
everytime I start
remembering that different life
remembering that life gone by
the rain falls down
I can't help wondering what she’s doing
still feels so strange
that I don't know these things anymore
sit by my window
and read old letters that she sent
so full of love
I wonder where it went
and why we just couldn't see things weren't like they're supposed
to be
here I stare in the rain
I wonder will it ever wash away the pain
and through the rain I can still see your face
larger than life
and yet so far away
