Tobacco Island
A little something I had to write down while smoking in bed one night.
Sitting alone dreaming of miles of information
Smoking a cigarette and thinking of islands in the sun
Take a dragThe finest tobacco and my little rollie machine
Think I’ll roll a joint and put my feet in the water
Take a dragInhale that fine aroma into my lungs
Sit right down on the sand and watch the sun go down
Take a dragA dream in a dream, sweet and salty smell of the sea
I wonder where the hours have went hereSand tightening between my toes
I felt the heat building at my side as the tide came in
Looking down at the fire burning by my fingertips
Taking a moment to feel the scorch before shifting it
And taking a nice, long dragI’m sitting in my bed, and I’ve got this idea growing
I wonder where the hours have went here
Taking another drag and putting out another rollie cigarette
Watching it smoulder as I crush it with seared fingers
Wish I had another
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