Smoking Gun

Smoking Gun
Bring me home
When the silent streets were mine
Fireworks and the taste of stolen wine
And we don’t know
What we become
But it’s a long way up
Bring me home and I will say to you come down, down, down

Light up the smoking gun
It burns my lungs but I run
And I am ready for you
When you come around
I dance in spite of me
Under the twilight trees
It’s hard to slow my heart beat down down
When you come around
When you told me it was over
And you wonder if I got hurt
I get up but every day I’m down, down, down, down, down, down
But I come around
When I was young
We were both seventeen
We got high on the head of summer heat
I don’t know why we let go
And I loose you over and over and
Bring me home and I will say to you come down, down, down, down
Light up the smoking gun
It burns my lungs but I run
And I am ready for you
When you come around
I dance in spite of me
Under the twilight trees
It’s hard to slow my heart beat down down
When you come around

When you told me it was over
And you wonder if I got hurt
I get up but every day I’m down, down, down, down, down, down
But I come around
(come around, come around, come around)
(ButI come around, come around, come around, come around)
(But I come around)
Light up the smoking gun
It burns my lungs but I run
And I am ready for you
When you come around
I dance in spite of me
Under the twilight trees
It’s hard to slow my heart beat down down
When you come around