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 features fused like shattered glass the sun s so low turns our silhouettes to gold hiroshima mon amour