Goodbye, Tomorrow

Once on the train, Without complain French woman, beautiful eyes, Lit her little, in a morning rise. In those eyes that shone, I finally found my home. Our time, our creation, A touch, A glance, just pure fascinations. Talk to talk, eye to eye, I look and see, you can't deny. Your laughter was left on my tongue, A melody my heart has always sung. Laughter rising as the night turns day, but, the soul wants you to keep this way. Time seems so rushed, the moment we stayed, A quiet memory was enchanted and made. - Before Sunrise (1995)