Cigarettes 歌词

Distance, I'm not friends with distance As I'm laying on my bedroom floor thinkin' 'bout our distance (oh) How could we end up here when you were so close to me? Now I'm laying on my bedroom floor thinkin' 'bout our distance (ah) Can't get out, out of this memory No way out, not for the life of me If only time could tell me 'bout you Now you're blown away like the smoke of a cigarette Comme le fumée d'une cigarette, mm-mm Comme le fumée d'une cigarette, mm-mm-mhm Comme le fumée d'une cigarette (cigarette), mm-mm