| Song | Bombay Cafe |
| Artist | Sarah Fimm |
| Album | Cocooned |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| I remember our day at the | |
| Bombay Cafe, 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 Cafe 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 Cafe, 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 Cafe, | |
| And there can' t be another one. |
| 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. |