Jazz Cigarettes

There's a fire in the hallway to your room You get burnt but you'll be in comfort soon Get inspired by the gloom, same old chords bouncing around The corners of your room, of your room Always waiting for the summertime Crashing through winter with jazz, cigarettes and wine When spring comes we're all in bloom Skies are clear, were howling at the moon Now you dance to Tuareg songs You haven't danced in so long Now there's a spring in your step Now there's a song in your head Always waiting for the summertime Crashing through winter with jazz, cigarettes and wine When spring comes we're all in bloom Skies are clear, were howling at the moon Always waiting for the summertime Always waiting for the summertime Well you can keep on waiting Always waiting for the summertime Well you can keep on waiting --- Jazz Cigarettes - Time for T