Nicotine (Living Room Sessions)

You are not a queen

You're more like a cigarette

With all that nicotine

You're a lightning bolt

You're here and then you're gone

It's not your fault

Oh, oh, oh, oh, my darling

I'll be waiting for you

With my heart in my hands

Oh, oh, oh, oh, you're a fading wind

Right before the storm

No one knows just where you've been

Your heart is made of stone

And you're eyes are filled with gold

You left me on my own

Oh, oh, oh, oh, my darling

I'll be waiting for you

With my heart in my hands

Oh, oh, oh, oh, my darling

I'll be waiting for you

With a love I don't understand

Sometimes, you shine like the water

On a sunny afternoon

And your porcelain skin

Is lighter than the moon

Well, your heart is made of stone

And your eyes are filled with gold

You left me on my own

My darling

I'll be waiting for you

With my heart in my hands

Oh, oh, oh, oh, my darling

I'll be waiting for you

With a love I don't understand