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 Tuilleries
  Remember I spoke french
  Did you have a nick for me
  
  When the river of regret
  Washes past 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 the glas of wine
  The colour of my lips
  After kissing you all night
  My hair was such a mess
  By the time the morning came
  You held it up my neck
  Said you liked it best that way
  
  When the river of lost tears
  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 never leave
  Who would grow up 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