[instrumental intro] My cigarette keeps going out (Going out... going out...) Something’s making me so anxious Maybe someone’s remembering me Or maybe someone’s cursing me (Cursing me...) Or maybe it is you, out there Pacing in sorrow past my window And I’m burning through a box of matches On three "Prima" cigarettes, one by one (One by one...) Chorus Smoke, smoke, smoke... in rings (Floating rings...) Like clouds, drifting here and there We take different buses now You’re on a different route (A different route...) [short guitar solo] My dear, you’ve grown closer So why do you crawl into my soul? (My soul...) Look at it, it’s breathing with pain Your gaze is drying it up with sorrow Or maybe it is you, out there Pacing in sorrow past my window Burning through the matches On those three "Prima" cigarettes (Primas... in the dark...) Chorus Smoke, smoke, smoke... in rings (Drifting away...) Like clouds, drifting here and there We take different buses now You’re on a different route (A different route...) [instrumental interlude] You left, and my heart tightened Like a heavy, physical blow (A heavy blow...) Something in my life was lost But in its place, I found a guitar With her, I wander through the world She carries me wherever I go (Where I go...) And I bow down low before her Even though she never asks for it (Never asks...) Chorus Smoke, smoke, smoke... in rings (Slowly... in rings...) Like clouds, drifting here and there We take different buses now You’re on a different route (Different route...) You’re on a different route (Lost the way...) You’re on a different route (Other buses...) You’re on a different route... (Static... fade...)
