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