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