[Instrumental]

[Verse 1: MC Jabber]
The floor you walk on is smooth, there is no ground there
Magic begins with blood, outside, there are trees
With concrete under their roots, but I have passed the tombs of kings
Regaled them with pacing, checked bins for food and wrappings
I have scoured the seas for miles, cloaked my face with ash
My fingertips opening, accepting my time

[Chorus: MC Jabber, Kirstine Teglbjærg]
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets

[Verse 2: MC Jabber]
Water chimes in the space between rocks
Speakers discharge and laughter is in the air
Glass divides us, empty bottles
Mark the steady sweep of day
Tomorrow, I will walk the streets
And steel myself for the familiar
Your eyes will not settle, a hunger
You'd be happier in your grave
When we meet, share stories, you stretch me
I see— I see a semi-circle of teeth
[Chorus: MC Jabber, Kirstine Teglbjærg]
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
For me, I'm your shadow
Howling in the streets

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: MC Jabber, Kirstine Teglbjærg]
For me, I'm your sorrow
Calling in your dreams
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
For me, I'm your shadow
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)
Howling in the streets
(The dark cylinders of half-smoked cigarettes)

[Instrumental]