Washes Over Me

I heard you went to France
 Did you walk along the seine
 Watched lovers hand in hand
 Did you softly call my name
 When you sat on a bench
 After tuilerie
 And remembered I spoke French
 Did you have an ache for me
 N' when the river of regret
 Rushes passed your door
 Will you give me just a thought
 And wish you loved me more
 Well, forgive me if I dream
 Or hold on to memories
 But sometimes what might have been
 Washes over me
 Then in some dark café
 Did you drink a glass of wine
 The colour of my lips
 After kissing you all night
 And my hair was such a mess
 By the time the mornin' came
 You held it off my neck
 Said you liked it best that way
 N' when the river of lost years
 Freezes at your door
 Will you skate across your tears
 Just to touch my face once more
 Well, forgive me if I dream
 Or hold on to memories
 But sometimes what might have been
 Washes over me
 What might have been
 If she hadn't caught your eye
 Would I be the one you'd never leave
 Who would grow old by your side
 Well, forgive me if I dream
 Or hold on to memories
 But sometimes what might have been
 Washes over me
 Washes over me
 I heard you went to France