Bohemian fools and dreamers  However did we wind up here  Close to wreckless dried up tears On cold, hard, painted faces?   I asked if you had a penny for My ailing, floundering thoughts You told me that you didn't love me and then cast me off, Alone among your long lost things, flung like rubbish in the street I found myself sitting there and I began to weep...   You loved me then, I knew you did, so why would you not sa...