Cigarettes And Suitcases

Maybe, maybe nothing could prepare you
But that something and that someday always comes
And the only thing around worth hanging onto
Is a love of twisted symmetry demanding it be done
This way
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
This way...

You're always the last to know
Your cigarettes and suitcases
And so on the story goes
You're shell-shocked to your shoelaces
And now that you're on your own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh...

And it won't be so far away tomorrow
Everybody says, 'cause everybody knows
All one by one in single file to follow
And paying out the drop like dominoes
Today
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Today...

You're always the last to know
Your cigarettes and your suitcases
And so on the story goes
Your sweet dreams and your sci-fi sunsets
And now that you're on your own (now that you're on your own)
Now that you're on your own, silver
Where are you gonna go?

So on the story goes
So on the story goes
So on the story goes, no, no, no...

You're always the last to know
Your cigarettes and your suitcases
And on and on, you go
You're shell-shocked to your shoelaces
And now that you're on your own
Now that you're on your own, silver
Now that you're on your own, on your own
On your own, your own, your own...
Oh, oh, oh, woah, oh...
(now that you're on your own)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh...
Ooh, ooh...