Cigarettes After Sex
Lyricist: Greg Gonzalez Composer: Greg Gonzalez
Baby I'm a firefighter trapped in a burning house in a silent picture
And there is no way out except to watch the love between us die
That's called the Falling Angel
It's an amusement park ride
Some sort of rollercoaster
It takes you up and when it brings you down
It gives you butterflies
And now I'm longing for your kiss
Bet you could read it on my lips
Waterfalls I'm jumping down
I know you're leaving baby
The birds are flying south
And there's nothing to say
I need you here
I need your love inside of mine like I could die