On Past The Seine

And on past the Seine
She takes her seat aboard the leaving plane
And my days the same
I'm all jig-a-boo and I smoke in chains

It's all over done
And over the edge
You fall down you might bust your head
So much in love
Now she's taken to the sky's above

It's over kill
You shoot it out in these alley ways
She got away by the fire escape

And on through the night
I still keep my lamplight burning bright
Hold my breath tight
Till we meet again with strange appetites

Over the hill
And on past the Seine
I'll never see her face again