Babyshambles - France

The ideal girlto London from Francecame over then left meshe left me entrancednow I have to get byonce again on my ownnothing but memories So I remember your eyesthat unique shade of brownwhile these blue eyes of mine they stay closed I kissed you goodbye on the N109I choked as I watched the bus go Im choking and smoking to your angelic soul Im choking and smoking myself into a holewhere the only way out is to sleep and to dreamand to cry out your name