IDA

the ideal girl in london from france
came over and left me, she left me entranced
now i have to get by once again on my own
nothing but memories
see i remember your eyes in their dark 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
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