The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
The Divine Comedy
Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette
Out of the studio skylight
Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof
Leaving a trail of gray-white
All through its short life it gives of itself
Giving and giving and slowly diminishing
Until there isn't a crumb of it left
It no longer is, it's a snowball in negative
Wandering home along Marlborough Road
I realize in amazement
That I have been for how long I don't know
Avoiding the cracks in the pavement
All through this short life we give of ourselves
Giving and giving and slowly diminishing
Leaving a mark that will gradually fade
Ash in the breeze, snowballs in negative