As you tripped from my arms I could tell you were 
unimpressed,
And close by the Pont Notre Dame you bought some 
chocolate cake and I rolled a cigarette,
I said ‘Why don't we take the metro back to our room?' 
You said ‘For Christ's sake, not yet'.
And the heavens opened and we got soaked to the skin on 
the Boulevard St Michel Â….
And at the hotel with some Pinot Grigio and a bag of 
skunk, 
I said ‘Come lie down here, mademoiselle',
But in my arms you were as limp as a doll, limp as a 
body they'd dredge from the Seine,
Then you sat in the window looking out at the lights 
and the clock ticked loud as a train,
I went insane Â….
And it's somebody else's night out there and someone 
else's rain,
And somebody else's panic I feel and someone else's 
pain,
And every love longs to be betrayed and then be 
betrayed again,
And it never works out OK like in a movie Â…..
When we got home, ‘Let's pretend it never happened' you 
said,
But you don't answer your phone Â….
One rainy night I saw you out walking home with a crowd 
of friends,
It was getting dark and I wanted to speak, I don't 
remember when,
By then you seemed in such a different world and your 
name stalled on my tongue Â…Â…