Bordeaux (The Durutti Column)

In France you are sleeping I wish I could see you It's always this way Love sent from Bordeaux Love sent from Bordeaux Just in odd moments I wish you could see me The truth that I am It's always this way Love sent from Bordeaux I try to say something My words they grow fainter And you're slipping away Love sent from Bordeaux I hear you breathing You're moving beneath me I can't see your face Love sent from Bordeaux In France you are sleeping I wish I could see you It's always this way Love sent from Bordeaux Love sent from Bordeaux