A hauntingly beautiful song about the bittersweet moments spent smoking cigarettes in a kitchen filled with open windows. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of vulnerability and nostalgia, capturing the essence of a time when life felt both alive and broken. Perfect for those late-night reflections on love, loss, and the simple pleasures in life.
Verse 1:
In the glow of the kitchen light,
With the smoke curled up so bright,
Windows open, let the night in,
We were lost but still alive, not yet broken.
Chorus:
Cigarettes in hand, we sit and talk,
Sharing dreams on this worn-out floor,
We were not dead, just seriously broken,
Whispers of hope in a world that’s broken.
Verse 2:
Ashes fall like our distant dreams,
Dancing shadows in the fading beams,
Laughing at a love that felt so real,
In this kitchen, our hearts would heal.
Chorus:
Cigarettes in hand, we sit and talk,
Sharing dreams on this worn-out floor,
We were not dead, just seriously broken,
Whispers of hope in a world that’s broken.
Bridge:
And in the smoke, I see your face,
A fleeting glimpse of our sacred space,
We chased the nights with reckless abandon,
In your arms, I found my ransom.
Chorus:
Cigarettes in hand, we sit and talk,
Sharing dreams on this worn-out floor,
We were not dead, just seriously broken,
Whispers of hope in a world that’s broken.
Outro:
So here’s to the nights we couldn’t forget,
In the kitchen with all our regrets,
With the windows open to the sky,
We’ll smoke those cigarettes and just get by.
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smoking cigarettes in your kitchen with your windows open
we were not dead but seriously broken
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