Sometimes I'm thinking
Whatever did I do
Nights are always chilly
In these days of you
Streets outside are empty
No one can be seen
Wisdom points a finger
To the judgement that's been
Francoise
For Richard
Warlock
Whatever did I do
Nights are always chilly
In these days of you
Streets outside are empty
No one can be seen
Wisdom points a finger
To the judgement that's been
Francoise
For Richard
Warlock