Balcony Smoker - Jenny Wilson

Balcony Smoker you’re standing there again

Glowing and fading for every breath you take

No singing ambulance, no car alarms so what keeps you awake?

You hear the floating blood through your veins

The flood of blood, the flood of blood.

I think I know you but I’ve never seen your face

And I Bet you’re lonely, there’s a cloud of smoke again

You remind me of a dove

Who lost his feathers in a fight

With the sound of blood running through your head

The flood of blood in the search for love

You might drown in the flood of love

Flood of love