Smoking Her Clothes

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Running Time: 4:19

She turns from the light
And her face is gone
Shape in the dark
When there's nobody there
She's mind-playing games
Guilt is a terrorist
Holds his mind as a hostage
Guilt is a terrorist
Holds his mind as a hostage

And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted
For her meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
The weather is calm
She sits down by the water
She's smoking her clothes

When she stands so close
He feels so hot, he's burning
When she leaves so early
Can't feel anything at all
She's wearing a cigarette
And she's smoking her clothes
It's a force of gravity
Keeps his train on the rails

That keeps his train on the rails
That keeps his train on the rails
That keeps his train on the rails

And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted
For her meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
Weather is calm
She sits down by the water
She's smoking her clothes

On that conveyor belt
There's fifteen thousand chocolates
She's placing a cherry
On every one that passes by
He's a lighthouse keeper
Keeps the ships in the bay
The rocks under the water
Will always be there

And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted
For her meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
The weather is calm
The rocks under the water
Still drag you down

She's smoking her clothes
She's smoking her clothes
She's smoking her clothes

She's smoking [x8]

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