Cigarettes

The wind changes as it gets colder
And this book of us just gets older
Now; there’s a path for a crossroad’s stray
As I stopped running away
I’m still mute for applying your heart

I’ve got my flask in my fist
And a pack of cigarettes
And I’ll stay young; I’ll stay naive
‘Cause you promised this lad; you would come back

As the four winds blow
I’ll play the piano’s sweet lullabies
But if I drag you down
I’ll go out of tune; out of mind
But I promise you “I will do just fine”
‘Cause

I’ve got my flask in my fist
And a pack of cigarettes
And I’ll stay young; I’ll stay naive
Just till the day when you’ll be back
‘Cause you taught me how to smoke