Sweetheart Surgery Cigarette Between The Angel's Lips
Walk away from the broken dream
Fragile victim of our fall
Dreams will bring you sweet sweet cream
Try to taste it all
Life's not over it's just the month
Clock won't stop dramatic chase
Thursday night will make you dance
With a smiling face
Another cigarette between the angel's lips and she's so
high
Her tender hand touches the sky
Another one two three four cocktails raise you right
above hill's top
Oh listen baby please stop
She's so beauty with his wings
She's a daughter of the clouds
Fingers picks his silver strings
As she burns his doubts
Brush your hair and clasp your skirt
Warm my shoulder by your ear
Meet this morning like a bird
Forget your past my dear
