Stale Smoke - Defeater

Ashed air

Lingering in the dim-lit corners

Where the sun is peaking in

A window blocked out, cracking

Day in, day out

He turns the floor

(And hard luck)

Sun up, sun down

He pushes hurt

(And poor souls)

Shuffle in through the door, kicked

Always on their last drink

Suffer on their last leg, breaking

Day in, day out

The numbers run

(Hard luck)

Sun up, sun down

He pushes on

(Poor souls)

Left along the beach

Haunt and stay with me

I lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming

And stave off the pain

That comes with their names

Drink deep to keep my heart from aching

Ashed air

Breathe deep with the stale smoke

Trailing off the lit end, dragging

Cigarette glow burning

Day in, day out, he turns the floor

(With hard luck)

Too much, too young, he pushes

(On poor souls)

Shuffles through to sway a bad break

Coming off a cold streak, cut deck and a card cheat grinning

Day in, day out

The numbers run

(Hard luck)

Too much, too young

He pushes on

(Poor souls)

How are you going to see the ending coming

With your head turned around, struck and bleeding out?

How are you gong to keep those lies from coming?

Your teeth line the ground, tongue cut from your mouth, struck and bleeding out

Aching poor souls

Buried off the beach

Haunt and stay with me

Lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming

Their debts left in vain, a laundry list of names

I drink deep to keep my head from spinning

To keep my heart from aching