Текст: Skunk Anansie. Lately, I Try to Smoke Alone.

Sometimes all the moments, that we savoured for the last, get crushed between the good & bad, from pressures we have had, but you know I can't conceive the day, when feeling run too high, to work out all the stale terrain, emotions try to hide, when I try, lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means, when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone These shattered ties with no comprise, fall through this fragile hell, the drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip, too exhausted to rebel, then i try lately I can't seem to colour what we've lost, it all seems like bad means, when lovers turn from lust, then I try - try to smoke alone