?Cigarette smoke stacks, set back,
Dark silhouettes on the horizon
Parking lot glass against the light
Out here, shines brighter than diamonds
I?m feeling punch drunk, in love
I?ve gone all pins and needles
Every breath she takes I skip
Too nervous to say what I?m feeling.

There?s ghosts in my guns
Feathers my lungs
I?m a twisted tight rope
I?ve forked my own tongue
My head is an ashtray
Her voice is the embers
I?m burning desire
She's smoke and cinder

And what if we drove through the morning
Through sunrise until
We?d passed all the fire burning
And into the deep black well
And I?d kiss you there
On the cold north shores
And I?d kiss you there

as we?d lie back and watch the sky
As the stars are born.