You light up another cigarette
(…)
It’s four o’clock in the morning
And it’s starting to get light
Now I’m right where I want to be
Losing track of time
But I wish that it was still last night
Beverly Craven, Promise Me
You light up another cigarette
(…)
It’s four o’clock in the morning
And it’s starting to get light
Now I’m right where I want to be
Losing track of time
But I wish that it was still last night
Beverly Craven, Promise Me