Cigarettes In The Wind
Whispers of Forbidden Love: Mason Cole's Melodic Confession
Lyrics
The way the sparkling moonlight, reflects across your skin
The beauty of the moonlight on your skin is captivating.
The smell of your perfume, with cigarettes in the wind
The combination of your perfume and the presence of cigarettes in the air is memorable.
Makes me glad I'm stuck here, in this awful sin
Despite recognizing the sinful nature of the situation, there's a sense of contentment.
Cause if I'm going under, lord, I'm going all in
Expressing a commitment to fully immerse oneself in the situation, even if it leads to downfall.
You've pondered my broken heart, for night and nights on end
Your contemplation of my heartbreak persists, haunting my thoughts.
Sneaking in my mind, and thriving once again
Your presence in my thoughts resurfaces, causing emotional upheaval once more.
Leaving me so damn dry, thirsting for your touch
Feeling emotionally drained, longing for your physical closeness.
Cheap red wine, and endless time, and all that such
The combination of cheap red wine and the passing of time intensifies the yearning.
Look in my eyes, who do you see?
Challenging the other person to see the truth in my eyes.
Is it him? Or is it me?
Questioning whether the person sees me or someone else when looking into my eyes.
I could die in your arms, and I'd be happy
Expressing a willingness to find happiness even if it means facing death in your embrace.
But I know you love him so, and it's killing me
Acknowledging the painful reality that the person loves someone else, causing inner turmoil.
In the morning I'll be coming down, from your wicked spell
Acknowledging the ephemeral nature of the intense emotions, expecting a sobering morning.
But tonight in the moonlight girl, I could out burn hell
In the current moment, feeling capable of enduring intense emotions, even surpassing hellish feelings.
Look in my eyes, why can't you see?
Repeating the challenge to see the truth in my eyes.
It ain't him, it's always been me
Asserting that the person's true love has always been me, not someone else.
The way the sparkling moonlight, reflects across your skin
Reiteration of the enchanting impact of moonlight on your skin.
The smell of your perfume, with cigarettes in the wind
Repeating the allure of your perfume combined with the scent of cigarettes in the air.
Makes me glad I'm stuck here, in this awful sin
Despite the awareness of sin, finding satisfaction in the current state.
Cause if I'm going under, lord, I'm going all in
Committing to fully embracing the situation, even if it leads to downfall.
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