Sweet Avenue Jets To Brazil

Tasting you in rain, I walk down to the train
Try not to look down
This day could someday be an anniversary
Everything is light and sound

Facing forwards, going slowly, wait for you to show me
Where this train wants to go
Living by the hour, I stop for every flower
Everything is soft and slow

Now all these tastes improve
Through the view that comes with you
Like they handed me my life
For the first time, it felt right

Thank you for making me see there's a life in me
It was dying to get out
Holding you, we make two spoons beneath an April moon
Everything is soft and sweet

This cigarette, it could seduce
A nation with its smoke
Crawling down my tired throat
Scratches part of me that's purring
Softly stirring