Ray LaMontagne - Roses and Cigarettes

Plastered in your newspaper palace Dishes and the backdoor slams The dogs on the floor They dont roam anymore And the rivers gone deaf at the dam The dust falls like rain on your doorsteps Chokes you when you lift your rake A wine so sweet is the taste of your mouth But your love aint the kind you can keep Oh roses and cigarettes Pillow case that remembers you the scent of you still lingers on my fingertips Till I think I might go insane When will I see you again