She walked sprightly through the flowery thoroughfare Though it may as well have been anywhere For her smile beat down On leathery faces Like turning back pages I can see your words fogging up my mind again But I trace no smile With another sip I'll get to the bottom of it (Lost in Swann's way, she's gone, too late) I lived madly in love with a party With no sound That may as well not be happening But I'll still go down To feel the fawning Underneath the awning Of another place I'm certain not to see her in And I pace all night With another sip I'll get to the bottom of it (Lost in Swann's way, she's gone, too late)