Letras: Skunk Anansie. Post Orgasmic Chill. Lately, I Try To Smoke Alone.

Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last,
get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had,
but you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high,
to work out all the stale terrain, emotions try to hide, when I try,
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,
when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone
These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile hell,
the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to rebel, then i try
lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means,
when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone