I remember our day at the Bombay Café, when I found out love ain't enough.
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna show up."
And I stood there a mess and uncertain,
'Till he walked through the break in the curtain.
I said, "I knew you would come."
He said, "I can't love anyone.
Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you."
I remember our day at the Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain,
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins.
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow.
But that's how everything goes.
I remember our day at the Bombay Café, most other things I can't recall,
And I can't recall just how I got here today,
Standing right over your grave.
He said, "I knew you would come."
I said, "I can't love anyone."
Cause I remember that day at the Bombay Café,
And there can't be another one.
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna show up."
And I stood there a mess and uncertain,
'Till he walked through the break in the curtain.
I said, "I knew you would come."
He said, "I can't love anyone.
Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you."
I remember our day at the Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain,
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins.
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow.
But that's how everything goes.
I remember our day at the Bombay Café, most other things I can't recall,
And I can't recall just how I got here today,
Standing right over your grave.
He said, "I knew you would come."
I said, "I can't love anyone."
Cause I remember that day at the Bombay Café,
And there can't be another one.