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