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