Hiroshima mon amour...

Somehow we drifted off too far 
Communicate like distant stars 
Splintered voices down the phone 
The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no 
Someone waits behind the door 
Hiroshima mon amour 

Riding inter-city trains 
Dressed in European grey 
Riding out to echo beach 
A million memories in the trees and sands, oh no 
How can I ever let them go? 
Hiroshima mon amour 

Meet beneath the autumn lake 
Where only echoes penetrate 
Walk through Polaroids of the past 
Futures fused like shattered glass, the suns so low 
Turns our silhouettes to gold 
Hiroshima mon amour