Man with a cigarette I'd always look around for his fitting threat I'm torn between obsession and hate For the mess that he made me make Man with a cigarette I'd always wonder if we'd benefit I'm torn between the mess that you made For the mess that he made me make And I could only have you in my dreams Oh, so it seems, so it seems And I could only have you in my dreams Oh, so it seems, so it seems And I could only have you in my dreams So it seems And I could only have you in my dreams So it seems, so it seems And I could only have you in my dreams Oh, so it seems, so it seems