| Cigarettes and lonely nights
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| My stomach burns with butterflies
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| This emptiness fells like a midnight city sky
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| I just want to feel your skin
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| Trace every line and back again
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| And breath in your every breath just like it was my own
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| Whoa, I’m missing you tonight
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| And every second cuts just like a knife whoa whoa
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| I’m missing you tonight
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| Ohh, ohh
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| Cigarettes and lonely nights
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| The smoke stings my sleepless eyes
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| I squint the world into a thousand blinding lights
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| My shaking hands hold photographs
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| That bring so many memories back
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| They’re torn and crinkled from all theses nights they had to last
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| Ohh, whoa
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| I’m missing you tonight
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| And every second cuts just like a knife whoa
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| Whoa I’m missing you tonight
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| Tell me what to do
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| 'Cause I just can’t make it through
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| Another night without you here
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| When every seconds feels just like a year, ohh
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| Is it wrong to feel this way?
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| Every hour in these days
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| Every minute every second
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| Every sunrise every sunset
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| I’m missing you
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| Whoa, I’m missing you tonight
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| And every second cuts just like a knife whoa
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| Whoa, I’m missing you tonight
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| Tell me what to
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| 'Cause I just can’t make it through
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| Another night without you here
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| Every second feels just like a year |