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1. Smoke Fills The Air

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Artist: This Kind Of Things

Release Date: Outubro 03, 2023

People: Zézé

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Smoke Fills The Air

Trace contours of my body
Memorize every curve
Let us hide in this bunker
Escape the war in our heads
Lines between worlds got foggy
This is heaven, still earth
Let’s cocoon in this hunger
Burn sorrows with this cigarette

Our shadows merge into one
Like moonrise and sun
Black tables, walls are white
Those intertwined bodies of ours are contrasted in this hazy flickering light

Our passion a flame it is burning through the night
This twosomeness shelters us solidly from outside, honey
Together we’re burning in this sacred love affair
The dense mist blurs vapor and reason
Smoke fills the air, smoke fills the air

Fingertips of the morning
Sneak through the gaps like a thief
Steal the ease and the quiet
And decoy worries from beneath
Sunrays flooding our haven
Dissolving our dear mysteries
I don’t want to be reminded
That we do have to leave

Our shadows merge into one
Like moonrise and sun
Black tables, walls are white
Those intertwined bodies of ours are contrasted in this hazy flickering light

Our passion a flame it is burning through the night
This twosomeness shelters us solidly from outside, honey
Together we’re burning in this sacred love affair
The dense mist blurs vapor and reason
Smoke fills the air, smoke fills the air

We both know
As soon as you go
The smoke will dispel
With it the haze of desire, the spell
And we both get, this was the last cigarette
It is burnt down, you see?
Nothing left but the ashes of our memory

Our passion a flame it is burning through the night
This twosomeness shelters us solidly from outside, honey
Together we’re burning in this sacred love affair
The dense mist blurs vapor and reason
Smoke fills the air, smoke fills the air

Album Reviews

 The inspiration for "Smoke Fills The Air" came from a fleeting, yet unforgettable night I once experienced—a night where time seemed to stand still. It was one of those moments when two people, weighed down by the chaos of their separate worlds, found refuge in each other. The black and white room we were in felt like a sanctuary, a place where reality and fantasy blurred together, much like the smoke from our cigarettes. 

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