Cigarettes and Suitcases

Maybe maybe nothing could prepare you

But something and that someday always comes

And the only thing around worth hanging onto

Is a love of twisted symmetry demanding it be done

This way, oh

This way

You're always the last to know

You're cigarettes and suitcases

And so on the story goes

You're shell-shocked in your shoelaces

And now that you're on your own

And it won't be so far away tomorrow

Everybody says 'cause everybody knows

All one by one in single file, we follow

Playing out the drop like dominoes

Today, oh

Today

You're always the last to know

You're cigarettes and suitcases

And so on the story goes

You're sweet dreams and you're sci-fi sunsets

And now that you're on your own (Now that you're on your own)

Now that you're on your own, silver

Where are you gonna go

And so on the story goes

So on the story goes

So on the story goes

You're always the last to know

You're cigarettes and you're suitcases

And on and on you go

You're shell-shocked in your shoelaces

Now that you're on your own

Now that you're on your own, silver

Now that you're on your own

On your own

On your own, your own, your own

Now that you're on

Ooh, ooh, oh

You