Somehow we drifted off too farCommunicate like distant
starsSplintered voices down the 'phone The sunlit dust, the
smell of roses drifts, oh noSomeone waits behind the door
Hiroshima mon amourRiding inter-city trainsDressed in European
grey Riding out to echo beach A million memories in the trees
and sands, oh noHow can I ever let them go?Hiroshima mon amour
Meet beneath the autumn lake Where only echoes penetrateWalk
through polaroids of the pastFuture's fused like shattered
glass, the sun's so low Turns our silhouettes to gold
Hiroshima mon amour