
Smokine,Smokine
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- latin
- bouzouki
- male vocalist
- folk
- world
- singer-songwriter
- sentimental
Lyrics
Verse 1
Neon on the asphalt outside the old cafeneio
The oud is crying low beneath the thunderclouds
Two glasses and a memory that never found its echo
And the violin is tuned to every move you made
You left my cigarettes and your scent on the pillow
I trace the smoke like fingers on a map you drew
This city keeps its secrets in the flicker of a candle
And every alley whispers back the name I knew
Pre-Chorus
And I keep calling out your name into the Athens night
Chorus
Smokine Smokine honey it's alright
I'll burn the city down to hold you tight
Smokine Smokine through the neon rain
I'll chase your ghost down every crooked lane
Post-Chorus
(Smokine) down every crooked lane
Verse 2
The bouzouki holds its breath while you watch me unravel
My hands know every scar that this old flesh has worn
The belly-dance of midnight and the busted cable
Your shadow moving slow across the marble floor
Pre-Chorus
And I keep calling out your name into the Athens night
Chorus
Smokine Smokine honey it's alright
I'll burn the city down to hold you tight
Smokine Smokine through the neon rain
I'll chase your ghost down every crooked lane
Post-Chorus
(Smokine) down every crooked lane
Bridge
I'm the last man standing with the eastern strings
And a grief that never learned to sing
Chorus
Smokine Smokine honey it's alright
I'll burn the city down to hold you tight
Smokine Smokine through the neon rain
I'll chase your ghost down every crooked lane
Outro
(Chase your ghost)
(Smokine)
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