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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

Meet beneath the autumn lake

 Where only echoes penetrate

 Walk through polaroids of the past

 Future's fused like shattered glass, the sun's so low

 Turns our silhouettes to gold

 Hiroshima mon amour