| I watch the smoke untangle
|
| Itself from your cigarette
|
| I keep my mouth wide open
|
| I’m trying to catch your breath
|
| This is a pre-disaster
|
| You’re poring over photographs
|
| I think I know what comes after
|
| But I’m too afraid to ask
|
| We’ll quit smoking
|
| After this cigarette
|
| We’ll quit smoking
|
| But I don’t want to yet
|
| You won’t come over
|
| And I’ll go to an empty bed
|
| But I think we’re addicted
|
| To more than just the cigarette
|
| Of course I received your letter
|
| But I don’t know what it said
|
| I think it reads much better
|
| If it remains unread
|
| 'cause after I feared your brother
|
| I came to love him, too
|
| And although there may be others
|
| I get no rush like you
|
| We’ll quit smoking
|
| After this cigarette
|
| We’ll quit smoking
|
| But I don’t want to yet
|
| You won’t come over
|
| And I’ll go to an empty bed
|
| But I think we’re addicted
|
| To more than just the cigarette
|
| Oh, such a strange devotion
|
| I don’t wanna call your bluff
|
| I’m drowning in the strangest ocean
|
| But I don’t wanna call it love
|
| Oh, such a perfect comedown
|
| From such a perfect day
|
| You rest your head on my shoulder
|
| Everything fades away |