THE SMOKING AREA
Writes about sex, drugs and grief with the same flat honesty and refuses to make any of it prettier
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 117
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.47
- vocal at
- 33.7s
- length
- 2:24
- language
- En
lyrics
Everybody honest is outside beside the bins Everybody's telling somebody the thing they haven't said It's the only room in any building where the truth begins And nobody remembers it, and nobody's misled I don't smoke. I've never smoked. I stand out there in the cold Because inside they're performing and out here they're just old The smoking area, the smoking area, four foot of wet ground Where a stranger tells you everything and neither of you cares The smoking area, the smoking area, cheapest therapy in town And you'll never see them sober and you'll never climb those stairs A woman told me in November that she'd left her husband twice And went back in and danced with him. I've thought about it since. The smoking area, the smoking area, four foot of wet ground Where a stranger tells you everything and neither of you cares The smoking area, the smoking area, cheapest therapy in town And you'll never see them sober and you'll never climb those stairs I stood out there for an hour last Friday. I don't smoke. I just wanted somebody to be honest at.