The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
The Charlatans
Play with fire little girl
Could be there's no tomorrow
I look at you
You make me sad
You used to make me laugh!
It's hard to swallow
Although I know
That I will see you again
'Til then don't know where or when
The birds will sing a pretty song
'Til then go on pretending
In summer strains of conscious flow through pain
Don't know where you're going
I can't tell you when the story ends
Ill see you again
'Til then don't know where or when
Don't know where or when