Cigarettes in Bed - Kingswood

I lie awake through the night

Counting shooting stars and satellites

I sit and I stare

The ash grows long

Listening to all your favourite songs

I press and I fold

My good time jeans

The ones you always said

Looked good on me

I know that I don’t want to lose

Another love

So I press, and I fold these memories

Holdin' on whilst I try to digress

I’m infinitely lost in tenderness

And now we’re worlds apart

But darling the truth is now and then

I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed

I walk the streets through night

Counting shooting stars and satellites

And if I close my eyes, strike a match

Start a fire

And I breathe in the air

I can feel that you’re near

Holdin' on whilst I try to digress

I’m infinitely lost in tenderness

And now we’re worlds apart

But darling the truth is now and then

I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed

Stay, lost in this corridor of mirrors and

The angles and the light and shade

And love

Love it goes on

Love it goes on and on and on and on

On and on and on and on

On and on and on and on and on and on and on

Holdin' on whilst I try to digress

I’m infinitely lost in tenderness

And now we’re worlds apart

But darling the truth is now and then

I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed

I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed

I still miss smoking cigarettes in bed