Sweet Thursday Paroles

on a dazzling main street
In front of a flower shop
In a bad temper
you stared at me

I still remember the little things
like the lily you
you gave me

the first time
the two of us
kissed was
a week later
on thursday night
In a gentle rain
walking for hours and hours
we repeated the same
old gossip

suddenly, the two of us after that
when the two of us
parted it was
a cloudy thursday morning in
september

before I knew it, you were not
in our bed
and the two of us would never
meet again