Smokey

I'm broken down, you caved my karma in

I'm staying up, waiting for you like a fool

You made me forget about all the dreams I kept

I keep your glass hand by the bed we slept

I can't erase your smokey eyes

Your smothered face, gripping on my waist

Leaving a ghost upon the Oregon Coast

And on the floors of a crashes porch

Who can pretend

That there's a beginning, and not an end?

It ain't contrived

All the magic in our lives

Comes down like a storm

Then drizzles then dies

Your soul is free, but you're the one I need

And you made your deal, but you're still my ideal

And so I wait, and so I choose this fate

And store your shape in my electric bed

Who can pretend

That there's a beginning without an end?

It ain't contrived

All the magic in our lives

Comes on like a storm

Then drizzles then dies