Mario Loor - Tobacco Rd.

Who's the watcher there before us
As you favor the forbidden fruit
Outside your window you couldn't ignore her
With a rose in his teeth and a gun

Hearing what he's got to say
Vanilla covered promises
Softly
Amuse me

You put your velvet hands in the sky
Dripping tears from your blood berry eyes
Shutting out the rest of the world
You no longer relate to your girls

You have never been afraid to lose
Your wits or your secondhand crew
There's a laughter breaking the silence
Can't you hear that whistle blow

When it gets cold
Whoa, I've been told
You're not alone
On Tobacco Rd.
Sleeping in the cold
Whoa, on the floor
Yeah, how it goes
On Tobacco Rd.

Indecisive just by your nature
Weeping willow singing for you
Beside your bed lives a photo you framed
From a day you no longer would save

Feelings that you can't forget
Burning every last regret
Slowly
Amuse me

When it gets cold
Whoa, I've been told
You're not alone
On Tobacco Rd.
Sleeping..

When it gets cold
Whoa, I've been told
That's how it goes
On Tobacco Rd.

Written by:
Mario Loor

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