And I wonder will I ever stop crying?
It seems the hurt just grows deeper like
The Fraser River bed
And I wonder were you really just like me?
Like a mark left by the waterline
You left me here instead
Now all the memories have grown cold
Worn smooth or turned to gold
How a raging river shapes a little stone
And I wonder will I ever stop searching
Maybe you could still be living somewhеre
Far across the sea
And I'd find you at a dusty old bookstorе
With your jacket tucked up under your arm
By Pont St-Louis
Then I could call you on the phone
Not just speak to the unknown
You're no angel you were only flesh and bone
And I wonder will I every stop longing
Just like a cut off river bend
Longs to reach the sea
And I wonder will I ever drain this valley
I don't want ever to forget you
I just want to be free
Now all the memories have grown cold
Worn smooth or turned to gold
How a raging river shapes a little stone
And I wonder will I ever stop crying?
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