Cigarettes and Magazines
Heartbreak Daydream
She's falling for the night

Coffee and Cigarettes
Books I haven't read
She's falling for my eyes

and we would burn
running wild
we would burn
in the night

and she would
run through my veins
like cocaine

and we would burn 
just like
fire

rose pedal memories
dime store antiques
slow dancing to her favorite song

lipstick and highways
backseats and driveways
turn the record over one more time

And we would burn
running wild
we would burn
in the night

and she would
run through my veins
like cocaine

and we would burn 
just like
fire
in the night
fire
in the night
run through my veins like cocaine
and we would burn just like
fire

the rain came pouring down
in time she would slowly dance around

And we would burn
running wild
we would burn
in the night

and she would
run through my veins
like cocaine

and we would burn 
just like

fire
in the night
fire
running wild
fire
in the night
fire
just like
fire.