Smoking Section - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section

Hopin' one rogue spark will land in my direction

And when you stomp me out, I scream and I'll shout

"Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen"

And sometimes I feel like an inland ocean

Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction

And when you wander in and start to flail a bit

I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand

I fire at the grass just to scare you right back

And when you won't run, I'm mad but I succumb

Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen

And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof

And I think I'll jump just to punish you

And if I should float on the taxis below

No one would notice, no one will know

And then I think

What could be better than love, than love, than love?

And then I think

What could be better than love, than love, than love?

It's not the end, it's not the end