The story
He keeps his grief where the smoke drifts off.
In the smoking section, he stands apart with a cigarette and a half-finished drink, watching the room glow and blur around him. The chairs fill, the music keeps moving, and he stays with the ones who know how to linger at the edge, trying to forget what waits outside when the last ash falls.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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