one last cigarette
one last breath you take
the last said goodbye
the next stands in line you won't suffocate
from what they anticipate
the look in your searching eyes
confuses the denied nothing but a black shape is left of you
I doubt we'll meet again soon I'm hanging onto you
only pictures will remain
while I'm sleeping in the rain I'm trying to soothe
but the waters never wane
obscuring the cause of rain one last cigarette
you act quite deliberate nothing but a black shape is left of you
I doubt we'll meet again soon
nothing but a black shape is left of you
I doubt that we should resume