Sometimes I think about you I think about the things you've done Sometimes I wish I'd been born In Paris and not in London Sometimes I think about Everything you said Watching you pull the curtains shut As you fix yourself to death. Sometimes I think about you I think about the things you've done Sometimes I look at you And I know I'm not the only one Just painting a picture And it takes up all my time I'm on the road of broken dreams And it's burnt out all my mind. Sometimes I think about you I think about the things you've done Think about the pictures you stole On your way back home Build another monastery In the side of your broken heart You're on the road of broken dreams And it's broken me apart. Sometimes I wish That I'd been born in France Sometimes I look at you And you look half-Russian to me Sometimes I think about All the things you said But I'm just walking Down a frozen riverbed. Some times I think about you About all the things you've done Watching you do the washing up As you lose your diamond ring Sometimes I think about you I think about the things you've done Sometimes I wish That I'd been born in France Sometimes I wish That I'd been and taken the chance So I'm just walking Down the road of broken dreams Maybe I'm just walking Down the road of broken dreams Sometimes I'm just walking Down the road of broken dreams I'm gonna walk it out.