I remember our day at the Bombay CafÃÆ'©, 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 CafÃÆ'© 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 CafÃÆ'©, 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 CafÃÆ'©, 

And there can't be another one.