Cigarette Machine

Stumbling past your house baby At the break of the day I thought I saw your silhouette Dancing cross the shade And I went down to the mission I called and called your name Till an angel with a face like yours Came down and let me in I thought I saw your reflection In a cigarette machine In a bottle in the gutter In a window on the street In a storefront in a picture On an old broken TV I swear it was you Staring back at me I heard soldier's voices By the city gate There were junkies lying on the ground They made me look away I spilled you on a mirror I chopped you into lines Over some old kitchen sink I swore I'd let you die I thought I saw your reflection In a cigarette machine In a bottle in the gutter In a window on the street In a storefront in a picture On an old broken TV I swear it was you Staring back at me Old radios and broken mirrors Dog-eared things I read Worn out movie stars In faded limousines I battled through my own charades Of coffee cups and clowns I can't keep up with parades I keep falling down I thought I saw your reflection In a cigarette machine In a bottle in the gutter In a window on the street In a storefront in a picture On an old broken TV I swear it was you Staring back at me In a storefront in a picture On an old broken TV I swear it was you Staring back at me