Autumn rhythm, sweet submission
And the cheekbones you bequeathed
Is it over? Is it ever?
Till they sell the air they breathed
The stars are dead although they still shine
In Charlotte's conversations
Love's old sweet song
The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations
I learnt insanity and sweet vanity
Did I choose this? Now can I lose this?
Selfish blues to posterity
You don't need a book to read
You don't need a song to sing
You don't need a book to read
You don't need me
Was it only empty pockets
That brought me here to you?
From the back room to the honeymoon suite
The sour perfection grew