cigs

cigarettes and porcelain are all that I got left within
Ill I got left is just the question to god "when"?

When the stars come out from the big clouds
when the cheers are belt from the big crowds
When the birds so high sing a loud song
When I denounce what I have done wrong

Here I am way past dark sitting below the slow sign
Remembering the beautiful nights we sat back and drank the wine
cigarettes and porcelain are all that I got left within
And the only question that I have left to God is "When?"

When the stars come out from the big clouds
when the cheers are belt from the big crowds
When the birds so high sing a loud song
When I denounce what I have done wrong