Smoking Section (Live)

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section

Hope a monologue spark will land in my direction

And when you stomp me out, I scream and I shout

Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

And, sometimes I feel like an inland ocean

Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction

And when you wander in and start to flame a bit

I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand

And I'll fire at the grass just to scare you right back

And when you won't run, I'm mad but I succumb

Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof

And I think I'll jump just to punish you

And if I should float on the taxis below

No one will notice, no one will know

And then I think, what could be better

Than love, than love, than love?

And then I think, what could be better

Than love, than love, than love?

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end

It's not the end