Last Cigarette Songtext
von Custom Kings

Send for me when photos cloak the ceiling
Knowing I won′t be there when you're leaving town
Guess I′ll see you around
All your bills and papers have been paid for
All the world and Mother Nature favors you
You know it's true
Crying tears like roses off your pain
Trying to keep the cold out every day
I'm running out of breath
Be my last regret
Love could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in- Love
Could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in- Love could be
Waiting in- Crying eyes would peep through the windowsill
Mary′s mouth you′re moving in, you just lie still


Your broken bones could heal
Once she blessed this earth with every footstep
Wondering why she'd choose you over someone else, well, like herself
I′ll pick up your busted steel with pain
And I'll be red leaves on windy days
I′m running out of breath
Be my last regret
Love could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in-
Love could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in- Love
Could be waiting in- Marry me and take me to the hotel
Walk me through these streets that I don't know so well
We′ve come too far to tell
Love could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in-
Love could be waiting in- Love could be waiting in-