The smoke from the cigarette is all that
I need to get transported back in time
to the
moment you were mine.
The fumes slowly drift away through the room in a cloud of grey.
You consume me like a flame,
but I'll never be the same.
When you caress me between your fingers,
the excitement lingers, I can't wait no more.
And when you slide me between your soft lips,
how I long for this bittersweet kiss.
I'm glowing and you start to cry,
when the smoke gets in your eye.
You say it makes you feel alive,
but those tears you cannot hide.
You swallow what you know will kill you,
I guess that's a part of the thrill now.
I glue to your head
when you breathe me in,
take you now on your precious skin.
You light me up when you watch me burning,
darling how I'm yearning for a lover's touch.
When you inhale I can feel you tremble,
oh it's such a gamble,
take another try.
This smoke
from the cigarette is all that I need to get transported back in time
to the moment you were mine.
You were mine.