Jazz Cigarettes

There's a fire in the hallway to your room
You get burnt but you'll be in comfort soon
Get inspired by the gloom, same old chords bouncing around
The corners of your room, of your room

Always waiting for the summertime
Crashing through winter with jazz, cigarettes and wine
When spring comes we're all in bloom
Skies are clear, were howling at the moon

Now you dance to Tuareg songs,
You haven't danced in so long
Now there's a spring in your step
Now there's a song in your head

Always waiting for the summertime
Crashing through winter with jazz, cigarettes and wine
When spring comes we're all in bloom
Skies are clear, were howling at the moon

Always waiting for the summertime
Always waiting for the summertime
Well you can keep on waiting
Always waiting for the summertime
Well you can keep on waiting