Letra de France

The ideal girl
to 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 m-109
i choked as i watched the bus go
I'm choking and smoking
to your angelic soul
i'm choking and smoking
myself into a hole
where the only way out
is to sleep and to dream
and to cry out your name