Smell the smoke in the morning from another's cigarette Always seems to
remind me of
the time I've yet to face but better yet It reminds me of the sun
two hours to soon When I want
to be sleeping till well afternoon It's things
like these that remind me of why I'd live for
the dream time and die for the
evening sky Yes I love the evening when it all falls on me I
wanna fly with the
evening owls And sit beside them in the trees Smell the sent in the air
slicing
past blades of a fan Lie awake here just thinking of just how long I can I can
if
I try to not ask why My skull is my skyline my stars are my evening skys
It's things just like
these that remind me of why I'd live for the dream time
and die for the evening sky
