Secrets for Nicotine - New Version Live





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Published on Nov 24, 2015

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Lyrics are the same:
You built the ground
With summer clouds,
There was no roof,
The sky sparkled.
But nothing lives
In thin air above,
Saturated dreams
Drifting by they’ll heave.
I’ll let you play
God for a day,
Come and suck me high,
You know you’ll leave me dry.

Dark storms were brewing
Behind watercolour clouds.
Disturbing discovery –
It’s the shallow pools that drown.
The rescue ark was leaving,
No one boards alone.
Went back only to find
You were first in line.
What I would give to break
All your crystal tears,
There’s nothing I can do
With fossilised fears.

Murder in the cellar
From a festering hole.
So many little clues,
Too little evidence.
Confirm the diagnosis
It’s sugar overdose,
Take the medicine
By throwing it away.
A baby voodoo doll
Never left the cradle,
Mother had to smother her
When daddy pulled the trigger.

I traded a secret
For nicotine,
You kept the change
In a torn pocket.
Carried me through
Then stole my shoes,
It’s disgusting how
You still can smile.

Strike a matchstick,
Live on borrowed light.
Draw butterflies to die
In flames of peppermint.
Pull a bunch of roses
From your magic hat,
Painted all sorts of red
They smelled of almonds.
Take the thorns to make
A crown upon your head,
Crucified yourself
But never really bled.

Showed you where I stayed,
The lights were always on.
Told you where I kept,
Spare key’s under the mat.
Room’s in a mess,
Tables coffeestained,
You stirred the ashes in
The broken urn of dreams.
No life behind the windows,
Corridor is haunted,
But your ghost has fled
Far beyond the walls.


Think you left behind
Your scripts of apology,
I’m sure they belong
To you and not to me.
Gold lapel statuses,
You signed your autograph,
On a new ticket stub
To the same old show.
There was no role for me,
Just a backstage pass,
But honey I won’t keep
Your regrets for my pets.


  • Category

  • License

    • Standard YouTube License
  • Song

    • Secrets for Nicotine (Alternate Version) [Live]
  • Artist

    • Chan Jia Ai Sheryl
  • Album

    • Secrets for Nicotine (Alternate Version) [Live]
  • Licensed by

    • CD Baby


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