Cigarrette in hand

*Lay down on bed, sick of the old ritual
I got a cigarrette in hand
And a full glass of whiskey
Mind tired of light and my ears sick to hear*

Last night I´d get out with a lady
That only knew to talk about his motorbike
But he´s merged with his mom´s stories
And later turn back to his motorbike
When he get up to go to bath I´ve went away

Last Friday I´d get out with someone that looked like Ken
Date was organized through a friend in common
And I have guess it, he talk all night long
Architecture, history and physical (to look like interesant)
Very solemn he asked me to go with me to home
And I very solemn reply him “no”

*Chorus

Right last night I´d get out with a boy
That knew to speak of something else that don´t be himself
That knew to make laugh without truely wanna cry
That knew to talk about things in the first time
That knew how to do to stay until this hour in my bed

*Chorus

Lay down on the frozen marble
Smoking a cigarrette and drinking some whiskey
I saw you walking towards the door
And I show signs of come back you answer smiling

*Chorus