Hymn for the cigarettes

No one called, no-one wrote, no-one phoned, so no-one knew that I
was with her on my own. She smoked on my bed cause she thought it would
annoy me, but I love to watch the girls smoke in my bed.



How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema
that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my
fingers? This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but
I'm not laughing. We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we
achieve nothing love.


Lucky Strikes remind me of my friends out on the west
coast,
Camel Lights remind me of my ex-girlfriend at Chistmas time,
Malboro Reds remind me of giving up in Berlin,
B&;amp;H remind me of not giving up but giving in.


How can she love me when she doesn't even love the cinema
that I love.
What does she feel if she doesn't have the feeling that I have in my
fingers.
This joy I have could lift this ceiling from its rafters but I'm not
laughing.


We feel nothing, so we search for nothing, so we achieve
nothing love.