The Dance of Smoke

I know that time rusts our hearts
You find me talking about ruined pasts
But all of this talking has made you leave
When I was just looking for some new company

The cracks on the mirror of our sincerity
Are showing the weakness of my stability
But lying in your arms is the sweetest dream I have
Lying in your arms while you're taking me to bed

You said none is special
But the things that we do make us special
So I made this thing for you

The drinking problems of my vitality
Have brought me to quench the thirst
Of my insecurities
When I'm supposed to meet
When I get close to beautiful new strangers
That'll try to talk to me for a while
Beautiful encounters ruined by fantasies that I

Blend together with the smoke wistful smoke
Get it together every dance of smoke shuffles in its curve
Now you should take me to bed

But I'll take myself to bed again
I'll take myself to bed again
I'll take myself to bed again



Credits
Writer(s): Federico Aiese
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