Smoking Section - St. Vincent

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section

Hopin' one rogue spark will land in my direction

And when you stomp me out, I scream and I’ll 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 flail a bit

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

Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand

I 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 would 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