image Montparnasse 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 …. 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 knew you wished you were anywhere else, and it’s like I went insane …. 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 ….. When we got home, ‘Let’s pretend it never happened’ you said, But you don’t answer your phone …. 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 …… [ Back ]