Embedded in our jackets
I've been waiting for you
We'll get ourselves a drink
To beat our nighttime fear
We'll tell each other our stories
We'll end up on the sidewalk
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears
My poor pair of lungs
In a really charming way
If tonight, tonight, I die
The last rites
We'll get ourselves a drink
To beat our nighttime fear
We'll tell each other our stories
We'll end up on the sidewalk
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears
We'll get ourselves a drink
To beat our nighttime fear
We'll tell each other our stories
We'll end up on the sidewalk
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears
With our smoking tears