Light burns through the door
Shining through the window, to the body on my floor
Birds sing soft songs outside
They rest upon the branches, then into the sky they fly
La, la la la la
La, la la la la
The strings on my guitar
Vibrate and cut my fingertips, it's hard
A matchstick burns gently, drawing to my cigarette
The smoke drifts around the room and helps me to forget
La, la la la la
La, la la la la