I remember our day at the Bombay Café, when I found out love ain't enough. An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna show up." And I stood there a mess and uncertain, 'Till he walked through the break in the curtain. I said, "I knew you would come." He said, "I can't love anyone. Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you." I remember our day at the Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain, And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins. But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow. But that's how everything goes. I remember our day at the Bombay Café, most other things I can't recall, And I can't recall just how I got here today, Standing right over your grave. He said, "I knew you would come." I said, "I can't love anyone." Cause I remember that day at the Bombay Café, And there can't be another one.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
