I sat there on the coast of Marseilles

My thoughts came by like wind through my hand

How good it'd be to hold you

How good it'd be to feel like that again

How good it'd be to feel like that again



Would you be remembering me?

I ask that question time and again

The answer came and haunted me so

I did not want to think it again

I did not want to think it again



You make it hard for me to forget

I haven't stopped loving you yet



When I left the coast of Marseilles

I hadn't done what I'd come to do

I spent all the money I'd saved

And did not get over you

I did not get over you.