Lyrics:
Smoking Popes Stay Down

Here it comes now Half way up the stairs Smoke like fingers through your hair I will show you That I'm the one I'm going to grab your heart and run

Whoa - oh - oh oh Late at night when silence falls and your desperate heart recalls moments which might of been Who-oh- whoa-oh Don't surrender to

The earth is only made of stryophome the clouds are cotton balls and ??? And all of it belongs to you. My little Jane Marie I'll bring you a bucket

Baby I know I've been wrong before So many times This time I'm sure Tell me Just what are we waiting for Oh Stefanie We live All our second chances

life that I have taken I know nothing can replace it now, But if I had a thousand of my own lives to lay down I would lay them all down for you one by

She's got a new boy I guess that's good for her I know she'll have more in common with him Than with me anymore It's just the thought Of another arm