Smoking Her Clothes - Inspiral Carpets

Smoking Her Clothes - Inspiral Carpets
She turns from the light and her face is gone
Shape in the dark when there's nobody there
It's his mind playing games
Guilt is a terrorist holds his mind as a hostage
Guilt is a terrorist holds his mind as a hostage
And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted for her
Meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
And the weather looks calm
She sits down by the water
She's smoking her clothes
When she gets too close
He feels so hot he's burning
When she leaves so early
Can't feel anything at all
She's wearing a cigarette
And she's smoking her clothes
It's the force of gravity
That keeps his train on the rails
That keeps his train on the rails
That keeps his train on the rails
That keeps his train on the rails
And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted for her
Meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
And the weather looks calm
She sits down by the water
She's smoking her clothes
On the conveyor belt
There's 15000 chocolates
She's placing a cherry on everyone that passes by
He's a lighthouse keeper
Keeps the ships in the bay
The rocks under the water will always be there
And when he speaks
His mouth is an open wound
All the things he wanted for her
Meant to do
The sea looks beautiful
And the weather looks calm
But the rocks under the water
Will still drag you down
She's smoking her clothes
She's smoking her clothes
She's smoking her clothes
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking
She's smoking