Texty:
Faithfull Marianne Vagabond Ways

She died of the drink and the drugs And yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways Yes, I guess she kept those vagabond ways

After the ceasefire that they swore would last She had the bright idea "to hell with the past!" That's where love lay bleeding licking at its wounds

Do you remember me, Do you remember anything? Don't pretend I didn't make you laugh, File it under fun from the past. Well, I'm looking 'round the room

Great expectations I have to find I want to tell you what it was like My recollection is not too clear So much hope and so much fear. Long conversations

Do you remember me? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind? Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine? Laying on the living-room

Well my friends have gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying