Smokers on the balcony.

No words are ever said, a fleeting glance, 

Eye's meet, no need to speak,

We had our chances, but we threw them away,

We had our dreams, but they faded to grey,

Just like the smoke we exhale, smokers on the balcony.

Life passes by us, medicated, unaware,

We used to feel, we used to care,

We had chances, but we threw them away,

We had our dreams, but they faded to grey,

Just like the smoke we exhale, smokers on the balcony,

Are we waiting to live again, or just waiting to die?

We are sick of ourselves, sick of our own lies,

We have our chances, we must take them again,

We still have dreams, we want to make them real,

The smokers on the balcony.