The Road Of Broken Dreams

Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you’ve done
Sometimes I wish I’d been born
In Paris and not in London
Sometimes I think about
Everything you said
Watching you pull the curtains shut
As you fix yourself to death.
Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you’ve done
Sometimes I look at you
And I know I’m not the only one
Just painting a picture
And it takes up all my time
I’m on the road of broken dreams
And it’s burnt out all my mind.
Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you’ve done
Think about the pictures you stole
On your way back home
Build another monastery
In the side of your broken heart
You’re on the road of broken dreams
And it’s broken me apart.
Sometimes I wish
That I’d been born in France
Sometimes I look at you
And you look half-Russian to me
Sometimes I think about
All the things you said
But I’m just walking
Down a frozen riverbed.
Some times I think about you
About all the things you’ve done
Watching you do the washing up
As you lose your diamond ring
Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you’ve done
Sometimes I wish
That I’d been born in France
Sometimes I wish
That I’d been and taken the chance
So I’m just walking
Down the road of broken dreams
Maybe I’m just walking
Down the road of broken dreams
Sometimes I’m just walking
Down the road of broken dreams
I’m gonna walk it out.