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(ooh) Smoke in the room
and the world slows down
Ash on the windowsill,
night on my jacket Cheap little flame and I know I can
catch it Street keeps talking but I drift away One slow draw
turns the noise to gray Friends in the back and the radio
low Laugh through the hurt that we don't let show Nothing so
holy, nothing so grand Just trying to vanish with smoke in my
hand
Let it roll over my tired mind
Leave every
hard word somewhere behind
For a minute I can breathe just right
For a minute I am out of sight We get high on
a borrowed light
Turning our pain into Friday night Smoke curls up and the ceiling
spins Lose ourselves till the morning begins Take me where the hard
days blur
One more drag
and the world gets softer
Corner store ritual, same old change Same old city but it looks
rearranged Lungs full of weather,
heart half closed Talking in circles with the ones I know most
Some chase heaven and some chase sleep We chase a moment we
can actually keep
No big answers, no clean escape Just a little bit of calm
in the shape of a haze We get high on a borrowed
light
Turning our pain into Friday night
Smoke curls up and the ceiling spins Lose ourselves till the morning
begins Take me where the hard days blur One more drag
and the world gets softer
Maybe it ain't right,
maybe it just feels kind
Like a door in the dark when I'm losing my mind
I know it fades fast,
still I hold on tight
To the little peace I find tonight
We get high
on a borrowed light
Smoke
curls up and the ceiling spins Take me where the
hard days blur One more drag and the world
gets softer (ooh) Tonight
feels
far away (ooh)
Let it all drift