Smoke Clouds - James Arthur

Look no farther than the fathers who go farther than they should

To the point where we’re surrounded by the scars behind their hoods

And who is gonna teach them wrong from right?

Who’s gonna tell them it’s alright?

Just pass the jazz cigarette

And take these brain cells out my head

Fill my lungs, drain my heart

Cause this smoke cloud’s giving me shelter

And I feel much better

And demons wave the white flag for me

Still my bones keep pleading to walk out

From all of this fall out

But there’s no way that I could leave

So I don’t leave

Turn my bitterness to sweet

I gotta find a new release, yeah

So I’m trading blues for green

Da da da da da ooh, yeah, yeah

Listen

See, I’m a simple man I don’t even have a phone

If I did I wouldn’t pick it up I want to be alone

I don’t trust anyone in this one-track town

When the people walk by, watch my eyes fall down

And who is gonna teach them wrong, is gonna teach them wrong from right?

Just pass the jazz cigarette

And take these brain cells out my head

Fill my lungs, drain my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart

Cause this smoke cloud’s giving me shelter

And I feel much better

And demons wave the white flag for me

Still my bones keep pleading to walk out

From all of this fall out

And there’s no way that I could leave

So I don’t leave

Turn my bitterness to sweet

I gotta find a new release, hey

So I’m trading blues for green

Da da da da da ooh, yeah, yeah

Just pass the jazz cigarette

And take these brain cells out my head

Oh, fill my lungs, drain my heart

Cause this smoke cloud’s giving me shelter

And I feel much better

And demons wave the white flag for me

Still my bones keep pleading to walk out

From all of this fall out

But there’s no way that I could leave

So I don’t leave

Turn my bitterness to sweet

I gotta find a new release, yeah

So I’m trading blues for green