Autograph - The Tears

And the morning comes with coffee in your chair

And the smell of cigarettes is in your hair

There’s a sound that shouts outside the hotel room

And at night the bulbs of cameras flash at you

And if we don’t have a future

If our lives split like shattered bits of glass

And if we don’t have a future

Just leave your autograph

Your autograph

And at night the ball of neon lit our fate

And our shadows painted many different shapes

But the movies turn complex in front of you

There’s just a smell of cigarettes left in the room

And we made fake conversation

And we peered through broken bits of glass

And it’s all just complication

But too complex to ever last

And if we don’t have a future

And if this is dissolved into the past

And if we don’t have a future

Just leave your autograph

Your autograph

Just leave your autograph

Your autograph

Just leave your autograph

Your autograph