The ideal girl in London from France Came over, then left me, she left me entranced Now I have to get by once again on my own Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes, that unique shade of brown While these blue eyes of mine, they stay closed I kissed you goodbye on the M109 I choked as I watched the bus go
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul Choking and smoking myself into a hole Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream And to cry out your name
