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 here (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 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 down like a storm

Then drizzles then dies