It's still a rough second draft, but thought I'd whack it up anyways and see what y'all think. Thanks a bunch for listening :)

Lyrics: Lighting the flame under steel cutlery, but this aint some kind of fucked up dinner party,
There's candles and lamps and dreadlocks and tramps in the room.
You stand from the sofa to address the worst of the best and the tears in your dress flicker and fold.

And time stands still while you talk, and nobody dares to breathe.

The smell of the things that are burning remind me im miles from home but there's nothing like learning to cope.
And the goblins and angels that climb through your window, with razor sharp teeth and their jet black wings,
They fuck with your dreams and they cut through your sleeve where you once kept your heart, did it make you laugh, just to see,
what it's like, when there's nobody by your side.
Soldiers of calm march their inkless tattooed lines across your skin.

There's seven million ways to die and it's clear that this one just doesn't work for you.

So I move from the squat in the mountain, back to the beack where we'd sing and dance and smoke and things.
Innocence reigned as we melted our brains, we fell on the sand and knocked it all back.
This was two years ago when we left all our clothes on the beach.
Still you stuck to the rules of the game that you play but remember in two years time, I know I win.

Out of seven million ways to die, you finally found the one that works for you.

Because the only thing that's dead about romance is you

Romance - Nick Jackson Acoustic

Something completely different... don't suppose you can really call it a song but I like how it's going so this is what i have so far :)
words:
You know, it's kinda like the ocean at night,
The waves still crashing, still roaring to be heard,
But stripped of the sun to highlight the actual beauty,
in it's otherwise violent and dangerous nature...I loses something.

It becomes dark and ominous, opaque and reflective,
Shining fish become dead pieces of wood, the caps and spray,
But seaweed and shit.

And so stripped of it's love, adoration and attention,
It mourns it's former glory, with the shining sun,
And yoiu get angry. And so, there is a storm.

You tear through the room like a gale across the beach,
but for all the damage, the destroyed stalls and howling wind,
Through the candy floss cans you know you can't hurt the Sun,
He's not there to pay attention.

Splintered wood wreacks gashes through the sand, open and alone,
For one moment until it fills with rain water,
And spills out onto the beach,
Eventually to fade into another scar that paints the patchwork of the shore.

But for one moment you are open and vulnerable,
Like an all seeing eye into the cave of emotion,
I'm reminded, benbeath your iron exterior, you're still just human.

And in this moment of calm and clarity the sun creeps calmly into sight,
Lips tight to the havoc and pain just hours before, and cradles you in its arms,
And you smile as I touch your face.

I wipe away your tears as the sun dries the rain,
And calm you of your fears in an attempt to numb the pain,
But it's no longer mental, and there's nothing i can really do.

But you see the similarity, babe, between you and me, the Sun and Sea,
Is the He, is bound to rise again, forever,
But you can push me away

Paranoia lullabies - Nick Jackson acoustic

An acoustic second draft of smoke :) let us know if you like it or not, always open to comments :) thanks for listening :D xx
Lyrics: 
Red on White, blood on snow,
Feelings high and feelings low,
It's all the same to those, 
Living in a cloud of smoke

Sail away in my boat,
On a sea that's made of the bones
Of those i left behind,
In the dark confinings of their mind

And now i sit alone,
In this silent house i call my home,
Thinking of the times we shared,
Before we lost our heads in smoke

But i fear sometimes,
That i'll fall asleep and lose my mind,
Can't i hope, we'll meet again in smoke

Buying bags of gold,
Had us in a chokehold but,
We thought that we were free,
But leaving it stole you from me
Red on white, Blood on snow,
Feelings high and feelings low,
It's all the same to those,
Living in a cloud of smoke

longairedfool