You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're too much fun
Think I can't handle it?
Left with no words and yet so much to say
Now in my darkest hour and not my brightest day
I find I'm calling you and telling you: I should not say
I'm melting in your hands, go on, make your demands
You've got me slipping through your fingers like I'm made of sand
When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight
I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me
Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go
So go ahead, I'll take it all
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're too much fun
Think I can't handle it?
Left with no words and yet so much to say
You wanted from me, some honesty
So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
Now, as your lipstick smears
By light of chandelier
I taste the tension and I'm begging: Don't you disappear
Not in my rightest mind, you tell me: That's just fine
Oh, what an evening, now you're leaving
With my hands still tied
When we hit the lights, you're fading out of sight
I feel your heartbeat, wrap yourself around me
Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go
So go ahead, I'll take it all
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're too much fun
Think I can't handle it?
Left with no words and yet so much to say
You're wanted from me, some honesty
So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
(I wouldn't have it any other way)
Between your fingertips and running down your lips
You got me up against a wall
Is it all for show? Because I'm good to go
So go ahead, I'll take it all
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're too much fun
Think I can't handle it?
Left with no words and yet so much to say
You're wanted from me, some honesty
So honestly, I wanna feel you breathe
You're smoke and guns
You think I'm sick of it?
I wouldn't have it any other way
You're smoke and guns
