Facing rooms, a rooftop view,
forgotten words, remembered tunes,
inching close and closer still,
saying hello and making friends.
Dusty streets and market stalls,
temple steps and temple spires,
scented lamps and painted floors,
open doors and open fires.
Wrapping up in Indian shawls
and holding hands beneath the stars.
If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have let her go.

A river bed, a village track,
an hotel room, an early train,
a gentle kiss and one look back,
and each our separate way again.
Coming to my room at night
and making love for hours and hours.
Dying embers, candlelight,
fallen leaves and fallen flowers.
If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have let her go.

Facing rooms, a rooftop view,
forgotten words, remembered tunes,
inching close and closer still,
saying hello and making friends.
If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have let her go.

If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have said goodbye.

A river bed, a village track,
an hotel room, an early train,
a gentle kiss and one look back,
and each our separate way again.
Coming to my room at night
and making love for hours and hours.
Dying embers, candlelight,
fallen leaves and fallen flowers.
If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have said goodbye.

If you knew then what you know now,
you'd not have said goodbye.