Pink Cigarette

Pink Cigarette
Hush me, touch me
Perfume, the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets
I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken glass
All these years I've been your ashtray (not today)

I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
Hush me, touch me
Champagne, your hair in the breeze
Hush me, touch me
Lipstick, a slap on my cheek
Your eyes cried at last
Told me everything I was afraid to ask
Now I'm dressed in white
And you've burned me for the last time (this ain't the last time)
I found a pink cigarette
On the bed the day that you left
And how can I forget that your lips were there
Your kiss goes everywhere, touches everything but me
You'll find a note and you'll see my silhouette
There's just five hours left until you find me dead
There's just four hours left until you find me dead
There's just three hours left until you find me dead
There's just two hours left until you find me dead
There's one more hour and then you will find me dead
There's just
La canción 'Pink Cigarette' de Mr. Bungle nos sumerge en una atmósfera de misterio y dolor, donde la protagonista se siente atrapada en una relación tóxica. Las líneas delicadas y melancólicas describen la desesperación y la soledad que experimenta, buscando consuelo en el humo y el perfume, tratando de ocultar la vergüenza que le consume...