Second Hand Smoke Lyrics

Seven degrees are all that separates you from the world

And even just a little line that connects you, can infect you

A line, A thread, a wire, a net, whatever it is you get caught in it

My screen can tell me anything

Woah oh oho oh

Woah oh oho oh

Woah oh oho oh

Woah oh oho

Black shirt and shoes

As if you got to choose what you're going to wear to a party like this, you wouldn't be at a funeral

What's your favorite flower, what's your favorite song, you might not be here for very long

An arrangement of roses is always sound, amazing grace plays you out

Your exhalation burns the sky

It's hazy ash in a streetlight

I see your face and I don't cry

I feel alright

A puff of smoke as I walk by

I breathe you in and I feel high

I see your face and I don't cry

Your second hand smoke gets in my eyes

So be careful of who you trust

Because their baggage could easily end up on your shoulders

It weighs on you, it breaks you down, it preys on you

It takes you out to the back and it buries you in the ground

Your exhalation burns the sky

It's hazy ash in a streetlight

I see your face and I don't cry

I feel alright

A puff of smoke as I walk by

I breathe you in and I feel high

I see your face and I don't cry

Your second hand smoke gets in my eyes

Ooooh

Oooooh

Ooooooooh

Ooooooooooooh

Your exhalation burns the sky

It's hazy ash in a streetlight

I see your face and I don't cry

I feel alright

A puff of smoke as I walk by

I breathe you in and I feel high

I see your face and I don't cry

Your second hand smoke gets in my eyes

Your exhalation burns the sky

It's hazy ash in a streetlight

I see your face and I don't cry

I feel alright

A puff of smoke as I walk by

I breathe you in and I feel high

I see your face and I don't cry

Your second hand smoke gets in my eyes