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

Deep 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