Smoke Without Fire - David Gray

Perfect pictures torn in two

Pick your moments surely do

And what the hell go into you

Anyway

Road like silver sky like silk

Drink it down like mother's milk

You drain that cup until it melts

Away

Step to the mark

Yeah that my journey might begin

Open the door

To the dark and walk right in

And he wouldn't leave

No he wouldn't leave

I put on the mask

That my journey might begin

Next thing I knew

Caught in a war I couldn't win

I reached out for you

Open the door then rush right in

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

They wouldn't leave

And what the hell got into you

Anyway