Somewhere next to Paris, June 2010
and watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
to tear out from your eyes, with a word to stiffen brooding lies
but I only watch you leave me further behind
and the sun drips down, bedding heavily behind
the front of your dress all shadowy lined
and the droning engine throbs in time
with your beating heart
"Can I drive ?"
"Your license is not valid in Europe, right ?"
"Even if it was, I don't have it on me now."
