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 their unique shade of brown
while these blue eyes of mine they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the end 109
Choked as I watched the bus go

Choking in smoke in to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself in to a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream 
And to cry out your name