Song Description
I love her but she smokes so many damned cigarettes...
| Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Chainsmoker
Copyright 2003 Paul Hayes BMI
My chainsmoking darling, black clothes and a haircut.
Those cigarette gestures define you oh so well.
Your hair in your eyes now, backlit by the TV.
A flickering halo blocks the whole world out.
Your eyes are transmitters, hypnosis, hypnosis.\Your
smile is a knowing thing that I want to touch.
Your fingers inviting, but showing no mercy.
Your movement is graceful, your arm is a swan.
Chorus:
We can do anything, our hearts' desires and more.
I'm holding your hand, and you open up a door.
We can write our own story, travel and wander,
spreading the glory wherever we may go.
And so my accomplice, my keeper of secrets,
I hope the adventure, it never has to stop.
...Chorus
Oh I feel anointed, your hand falls on my brow.
Oh, the blessed feeling needs no reason anyhow...
My chainsmoking darling, already the dawning.
Time is a telescope, you light another up.