Smoke On The Stereo

One match, one cigarette.

The streetlight shadows paint the street.

Here we go.

Standing under the amber light (shhh)

Already decided what I'll do tonight

One more breath before the spark

We trace the edges of the dark

There is no turning back

from here (no turning back)

The hazy warning signs disappear

We cross the line under the midnight sky

No looking down, no asking why

We fall together through the neon glow

This is the decision we already know (oh-oh-oh)

Smoke rises up in a perfect line

Your eyes are meeting mine

No regrets on this concrete floor

We don't need to speak anymore

We cross the line under the midnight sky

No looking down, no asking why

We fall together through the neon glow

This is the decision we already know (oh-oh-oh)

One cigarette.

A decision made.

(made... made...)