I can still recall, our last summer, I still see it all. Walks along the seine, laughing in the rain, our last summer, memories that remain.
We made our way along the river and we sat down in the grass, by the Eiffel tower. I would so happy we have met, it was the age of no regret.
Oh! Yes.
Those crazy years, that was the time, of the flower power. But underneath, we had a fear of flying, of growing old, a fear of slowly dying. We took a chance, like we were dancing our last dance.
I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all. In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame, our last summer, walking hand in hand.
Paris restaurants, our last summer, morning croissants, living for the day, worries far away, our last summer, we could laugh and play.
And now you’re working in a bank, a family man, a football fan, and your name is Harry. How dull it seems, are you the hero of my dreams?
I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all. In the tourist jam, round the Notre Dame, our last summer, walking hand in hand.
I can still recall, our last summer, I still see it all. Walks along the seine, laughing in the rain our last summer, memories that remain.