Flowers on the bridge

Flowers on the bridge on our way home
now all alone, she packed her life to live by the sea
when she's lying on her bed
she lies awake and dreams of words that he had said.

I will be with you
I will be there soon

Singing songs and drinking wine
seven years and her life by the sea is fine
but when she's lying on her bed
she lies awake and dreams of words that he had said.

I will be with you
I will be there soon

Oh! she says stay with me, stay with me
'till I can no longer breath.

Cloudy days are what she loves,
to walk the stones and know that she was loved.