Smokey - Red House Painters

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 without an end

It ain't contrived all this 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 stay 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 down like a storm then drizzles then dies