Light up one more cigarette and tell me why a knife is as bright as a star... Let's have one more and think, why a gun is as warm as the sun I play a record and ll my cup, cheap whiskey for us tonight I don't blame anyone for the horror, not even my dead friends Honey for the night... We gazed at the sunset outside The music is velvet and soft... as we try to feel the emptiness.. I was cooking my guts and my innocence, here's a toast for what we had as smoke comes from my mouth, a white horse appears and stares at me But I don't blame anyone for tonight, I blame myself for what I was so I try not to fall from my horse with the taste of tobacco on my lips Honey for the night... We gazed at the sunset outside The music is velvet and soft... as we try to feel the emptiness.. Are you still listening? "All of this is nothing my friends", he said and paid for our drinks "Are you still listening? oh, boys... Are you still listening? my, boys..."