Kissing Things

It was a shallow ocean, it was a very blue sky

They're not too wide to get around

Given the old school try

And you must have had nothing better to do

I've been kissing my cigarette, wishing it was you

True, you gave me the moon and the silver stars

They float outside my window of this tedious bar

But just like their master, they just drift in the blue

I've been kissing the bottle, wishing it was you

So Gibraltar has tumbled

The world came to an end

And the joke was on me

You're not even my friend

But with all my new lovers

And there've been twenty-two

I've been kissing the mirror, wishing it was you