Forget about London, forget about LA Or some sunny exotic island you visited last May And flashback to that winter of young hopeful romance Of our days strolling around the cobbled streets of France Key into the Seine, our love sealed by the locks Feeding bread crumbs to pigeons as they come by the flock Lourdes's faith and divinity approves of our entwined hearts Cannes opens its arms for our new united start
But London sticks to your mind And now you live in LA Surfing and lying in the open sun The sunlight is your summer sleigh Concrete streets and tall palm trees There's no more chilly winter breeze
And back in France dies our last chance Didn't you hear? They're removing the locks They weigh down the bridge, puts people in danger I guess love can't always last forever Sometimes the burden becomes too much And you burn everything that you touch The time has come to extinguish the flames And that's the end of our little French game