There's smoke in your lungs,
and then you breathe it into me.
Set me free from all of this trouble;
trading innocence for mystery.

And there's a time to kick and fight
and struggle. That's not now, or ever
again with me. We could be the next
Hollywood couple,
or else fade off into obscurity.

And those chimes,
they play in early morning,
and they bring
thunder to my dreams.
They sing
'boy, you sure look lonely,
living through your memories;
you're just living through your memories.

There's a place I know where we can go
and get high, then listen to the trains.
When it rains, I'll hold you like a pillow,
when it pours, we'll just get high again.

I'm on the brink of a suicidal cocktail.
Take a drink, then nurse it back in bed.
I lost my pain under the weeping willow,
when I took the pills to numb my sorry head.

Now I'll climb
until the mountain is a spindle,
until the wine
soaks into my blood.
This time
I'll listen to her lecture,
I'll sit and wait until all is understood.

And those chimes,
they play in early morning,
and they bring
thunder to my dreams.
They sing
'boy, you sure look lonely,
living through your memories;
you're just living through your memories.'

There's smoke in my lungs
and you breathe it out of me.
Set me free from all of this trouble,
no longer living through memories,
no longer living as a memory.