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 N109
  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