Floating like a smoke ring,
It cannot be regained,
Now it's touched, it's broken,

The taste just slips away.
The taste just slips away.
I just want to know.
I don't want to tell you,

What you want to know,
I don't want to tell you.
As hard as right can be,
It can feel so wrong,

Too much to leave,
Now it's all gone wrong.
But what's right or wrong?
I don't know.
The taste just slips away

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Andrew Bell, Laurence Colbert, Mark Gardener, Stephen Queralt