Third Cigarette
Verse 1 Coming from the shower, water down the spine
Towel hanging low
crossing every line. Steam is rolling out
mixing with the smoke, Standing on the edge
laughing at the joke. I offer you the last one
take it with your lips, Fire in the eyes
hands upon the hips. Step into the night
city climbing high, Bare beneath the clothes
watching cars go by.
Verse 2 Leaning on the rail, daring it to fall
Breathing in the smoke
back against the wall. Lights upon the shoulder
water drying slow, Tracks along the skin
nowhere else to go. Windows across the way
blinking in the black, Other people living
never looking back. Just the wind and us
ember burning red, Ringing in the teeth
words we haven’t said.
Pre-Chorus We aren’t kids sneaking, hiding in the dark
But stealing time feels better when we miss the mark. Inbox full of trouble
waiting for the day, But out here on the concrete
we just want to play.
Chorus Third cigarette, burning on the ledge
Third time tonight
standing on the edge. Tastes like soap and skin
smoke around the throat, Clinging to the marks
reading every note. Standing way too close
trading ash and breath, Grinning at the drop
scared to death. Flick it in the dark
grab the hand and pull, Towel hits the floor
and the night is full.
Verse 3 Bed is just a wreck, sheets are on the floor
Creases in the map
looking for the door. Shirt is on the lamp
jeans are turned inside, Tripping on the shoes
with nowhere left to hide. Laughing mouth to mouth
clumsy and worn out, Greedy for the touch
never in a doubt. Morning wants us polite
sanded down and clean, Right now we are dirty
part of the machine.
Pre-Chorus You ask me if I’m good
if the ribs are right
Serious eyes looking in the night. I answer with the hands
saying yes and more, Keep on checking in
walking through the door.
Chorus Third cigarette, burning on the ledge
Third time tonight
standing on the edge. Tastes like soap and skin
smoke around the throat, Clinging to the marks
reading every note. Standing way too close
trading ash and breath, Grinning at the drop
scared to death. Flick it in the dark
grab the hand and pull, Towel hits the floor
and the night is full.
Bridge One day knees will lock, back will start to ache
Balcony will be a risk we cannot take. Moving little slower
trading smoke for tea, Living in a house
happy as can be. But hope we keep a ledge
somewhere in the air, Standing close enough
stripping it all bare. Remembering the mess
how we used to shred
Every single sheet upon the messy bed.
Outro Fall back in the pile, smelling like the sweat
Soap and heavy smoke
a night we won’t forget. Door is open wide
letting in the black, Hearts are beating sync
never looking back.