Charlotte's Conversations Testo

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
Cases related to history
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