Cigarette Memories

Hello my love

I'm in a bar

And the stale cigarette smoke

Reminds me of those Turkish cigarettes

We used to smoke

The first time we held hands

With the smoke in our lungs

It reminds me of the first time we made love

Magic was in the air that night

But that magic is not here

Where I am now

I ship out tomorrow

To fight a white man's war

I might not make it back

If I don't, take care of mother

Though I cannot remember the last time we spoke

Another lungful of smoke and I want you even more

My love, if I go

Keep me in your memory

Don't shed too many tears

And if I make it back

From this meaningless bloodshed

Let us do all that we planned to do

When we were dating in college

Let's go on those trips

And take photos of us

Teach me how to bake

You do it so well

The bar is closed now

The hour almost at hand

I am outside in the chilly winter

And my love

There is no more cigarette smoke

The Bilge Master