One cigarette
E. Morgan / V. Pekárek
No smoke without you my fire
after you left
your cigarette glowed on in my ash-tray
and sent up a long threat of such quiet grey.
I smiled to wonder
who would believe its signal
of so much love.
One cigarette
in the non-smokers tray.
As the last spire trembles up
a sudden draugt blows it winding
into my face.
Ref:
Is it smell, is it taste you are here again
and I`m drunk on your tobacco lips out with the light
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass.
I`ll breathe and long past midnight
your last kiss.
Ref:
Is it smell, is it taste you are here again
and I`m drunk on your tobacco lips out with the light
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.