Stephen Duffy Charlotte's Conversations
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 conversation Loves old sweet song The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations. I learnt insanity and sweet vanity Cases related history Did I choose this now can I lose this Selfish blues to posterity. The stars are dead although they still shine In Charlotte's conversations Loves old sweet song The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations. 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. The stars are dead although they still shine In Charlotte's conversations Loves old sweet song The epilogue to Charlotte's conversations.
