In France you are sleepingnI wish I could see younIt's always this waynnLove sent from BordeauxnLove sent from BordeauxnnJust in odd momentsnI wish you could see menThe truth that I amnIt's always this waynnLove sent from BordeauxnnI try to say somethingnMy words they grow fainternAnd you're slipping awaynnLove sent from BordeauxnnI hear you breathingnYou're moving beneath menI can't see your facennLove sent from BordeauxnnIn France you are sleepingnI wish I could see younIt's always this waynnLove sent from BordeauxnLove sent from Bordeaux