The Tale Of Cassandra - Larkins

Turn the pages back, 'cause i don’t know, where i should begin

As you pirouette across the bedroom

There is no specific place or time, to start

This is the tale of Cassandra, not a story of sentiment

She was a stranger, still a stranger, with an appetite for mad romance

No she didn’t stay for long, she didn’t stay for long

She wore her heart on a chain, away from refrain or slip up

This is the tale of Cassandra, like a tiny golden locket

There isn’t much else left to say about Cassandra

There isn’t much else left to say, at all

When you go don’t turn around and say goodbye

When you go, when you go

Turn the pages back, cause i don’t know, how this story ends

As you drift through my mind like a daydream

She’s made of love and lust, pain and trust, a poison all her own

This is the tale of Cassandra, not medication or antidote

There isn’t much else left to say about Cassandra

There isn’t much else left to say, at all

When you go don’t turn around and say goodbye

When you go, when you

When you go, don’t leave the light on

When you go, don’t leave the light on

When you go, don’t leave the light on

Cassandra, Cassandra no

When you go, don’t leave the light on

Cassandra, Cassandra no