Separate Tables Chris de Burgh Cherie, il est onze heures du soir et tu me manques beaucoup; je pense … toi toujours... toujours. At separate tables we sit down to eat, In separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night, I only wish you knew how much, You've been on my mind; I think about you when the morning comes, I think about you when all my day is done, Wondering what you are doing now, Are you lonely too? Because I - I miss you here tonight, And I wish you were by my side, And I don't want to let go; At separate tables we sit down to write, The separate letters that never see the light, If only we could just agree, To read between the lines; I want to see you and I know what I will say, We must be crazy to throw it all away, Never knowing what is lost, Before it's all too late; And I - I miss you here tonight, And I wish you were by my side, And I don't want to let go; Yes I - I miss you here tonight, And when I hold you by my side, Well I'm not gonna let go; I miss you, I really miss you... From: Deise Zandona