Separate TablesChris de BurghCherie, il est onze heures du soiret tu me manques beaucoup;je pense … toi toujours...toujours.At separate tables we sit down to eat,In separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night,I only wish you knew how much,You've been on my mind;I think about you when the morning comes,I think about you when all my day is done,Wondering what you are doing now,Are you lonely too?Because I - I miss you here tonight,And I wish you were by my side,And I don't want to let go;At separate tables we sit down to write,The separate letters that never see the light,If only we could just agree,To read between the lines;I want to see you and I know what I will say,We must be crazy to throw it all away,Never knowing what is lost,Before it's all too late;And I - I miss you here tonight,And I wish you were by my side,And I don't want to let go;Yes I - I miss you here tonight,And when I hold you by my side,Well I'm not gonna let go;I miss you, I really miss you...From: Deise Zandona
