Songtexte: Almond Tree. Make It Good. Spirits.

The filtered cigarettes, the golden rim.
The filtered cigarettes, you fill the ash-tray to the brim.
It all seems so...

The cafe where you meet your new friends,
You don?t know a thing about them, yet you say ?love?
It all seems so...

The filtered cigarettes and your new friends
At the cafe where you told me you?d never forget.

Lift your spirits up!
And let your pain go!