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