Neon lights fade into the dark, leaving us behind A vintage smoky vibe is drifting through my mind The world is sleeping, but we’re wide awake Spinning a record for old time’s sake The ice is melting in a glass of bourbon wine Caught in a beautiful, melancholic smoky melody of time Your shadow dances on the velvet wall While the rain outside begins to fall The clock strikes three, the room is getting cold But we hold on to stories left untold Floating away on the waves of midnight haze Chasing the ghosts of our yesterday Listen close to the smoky minor tune Whispering secrets beneath the silver moon Lost in the rhythm of this sultry smoky melody A bittersweet, unforgettable remedy A final note from a raspy nocturne sighs As the last ember of the cigarette dies
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