Nicotine

The hush it drapes upon a weary mind
It calms the storms that swirl behind each thought,
If only I remain within this time,
The hush it drapes upon a weary mind

The taste of night exhales the broken day
With each and every promise, sighs relent,
In dimmest pause, a fragile silence stay,
The taste of night exhales the broken day

We float along the hush that drifts between
Where haunted sorrows never weigh our breath,
The spirits always present, seldom seen,
We float along the hush that drifts between