K. D. Lang. My Last Cigarette. Zeneszám

The room in the morning
Watching the rain turn to snow
But outside my window
Sometimes the rain falls harder than you'll ever know

Sometimes the things that you love in the night
The morning will choose to forget
I have a habit I have been trying to lose
Everyone thinks they know what they want

Sometimes your drug chooses you
There are some things that I've promised myself
Things I haven't done yet
It's my last cigarette, this is my last cigarette

Sometimes the people you love in the night
The morning will choose to forget
This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette
This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette