Lyrics:

France is the last track of the album “The Libertines”. It is hidden just after “What Became of the Likely Lads?”The ideal girl in London from France
Came over, then left me, she left me entranced
Now I have to get by once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes, that unique shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine, they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the N109
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