Saturday morning Sheba and/or Nina picture

It was a shallow ocean,
It was a very low 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 the 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 crumbled.
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.
(The 6ths, "Kissing Things," from the album Hyacinths and Thistles)