Keith Sykes
I sat there on the coast of Marseilles
My thoughts came by like wind through my hand
How good it'd be to hold you
How good it'd be to feel like that again
How good it'd be to feel like that again
Would you be remembering me?
I ask that question time and again
The answer came and haunted me so
I did not want to think it again
I did not want to think it again
You make it hard for me to forget
I haven't stopped loving you yet
When I left the coast of Marseilles
I hadn't done what I'd come to do
I spent all the money I'd saved
And did not get over you
I did not get over you.
