You thought I could, I would
You tried, that night, so slightly and calm
I stoped.
How would I, how could I
A never ending story came as a flashback
Like I remember that night
Didn't had the guts, didn't thought next
I stopped.
March, April, May went by
A story I will re-tell
A drama I will forget
The kiss before the dawn
In Paris at Sacré Cœur.