Smoking Section

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section

Hopin' one rogue spark land in my direction

And when you stomp me out, I scream and I'll shout

"Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen"

And sometimes I feel like an inland ocean

Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction

And when you wander in and start to flail a bit

I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I stand with a pistol in a hand

I fire at the grass just to scare you right back

And when you won't run, I'm mad, but I succumb

Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I go to the edge of my roof

And I think I'll jump just to punish you

And if I should float on the taxis below

No one will notice, no one will know

And then I think

What could be better than love, than love, than love?

And then I think

What could be better than love, than love, than love?

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end

It's not the end, it's not the end