A bottle of red, a bottle of white In our Italian Restaurant A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I, face to face It all depends upon your appetite I'll

We ordered up one more bottle of wine You told me your story and I thought about mine You said when you lost her you lost everything It all started having a familiar ring So I asked you to take me some place quiet We wound up at the river for the rest of