Cigarette Sunsets
The preacher, his words
Don't make any sense to me
Perfect illogical
Words of a sermon
The life of a self-professed
Prophet can't be so
Memorial or we'd have better records
And we can't make sunsets
From cigarette lighters
Or wish our way back
To the place by the foot of the bed
Or the the pantry, whatever is comfortable
For our eyes to lay on
In the back of our minds
The sun never sets as the sun
Never rises, the moon
Cannot speak without first being
Listened to
Candy can houses won't fair well in rain
The gingerbread man has another thing coming
And we can't make sunsets
From cigarette lighters
Or wish our way back
To the place by the foot of the bed
Or the the pantry, whatever is comfortable
For our eyes to lay on
In the back of our minds
Don't make any sense to me
Perfect illogical
Words of a sermon
The life of a self-professed
Prophet can't be so
Memorial or we'd have better records
And we can't make sunsets
From cigarette lighters
Or wish our way back
To the place by the foot of the bed
Or the the pantry, whatever is comfortable
For our eyes to lay on
In the back of our minds
The sun never sets as the sun
Never rises, the moon
Cannot speak without first being
Listened to
Candy can houses won't fair well in rain
The gingerbread man has another thing coming
And we can't make sunsets
From cigarette lighters
Or wish our way back
To the place by the foot of the bed
Or the the pantry, whatever is comfortable
For our eyes to lay on
In the back of our minds
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I don't have any chords, just lyrics. Put it to the tune of "Oh Comely" by Neutral Milk Hotel, because that is the song that works best, and I suggest highly you listen to that band.