The Church - 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