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Lyrics
Low…
…is where I’m headed
Got my, Marlboros to go
And I won’t
feel the sun
Till tomorrow,
Cigarette glow
Like some low lighted beacon
Twenty knots in the black water
Runs quiet from my demons
…
Low,
is where I’m headed
Got my Marlboros to go
And I won’t
feel the sun
Till tomorrow,
My compass rose
Is turned upside down
And I’ve prayed once or twice
In some foreign town
And that cold…
Steel floats full
Of people just like me
Those misfortunate souls
Smoke…
Its all that’s moving,
Everything stands still,
Black above
Black below
It’s all black as hell
And my heart and head and eyes
feel black as well
Low...
Is where I’m headed
I can see it in the waves
Every surge another shovel
Throwing dirt across my grave,
And the night keeps getting deeper
horizon disappears
That Marlboro cigarette gets shorter
Like a sailors tears.
I’m so low,
watching ashes drift away
To somewhere I don’t know
To be discarded or something
And when that light did die
All the dark come flooding through
… Turns out all that fire bought me
Was a minute…
Maybe two
Details
GeneratedSep 2, 2026
Duration4:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow dark country
Credits
Prompt byIMBCody
ModelAria v5.5
