hawksley workman
smoke baby
In your underclothes You went out for a smoke I call you in Just before the storm begins Your last breath of smoke You let out in the room It makes a cloud Like the greyist Perfect plume  Smoke baby, smoke baby More alcohol baby Cocaine in Montreal And back out on a plane baby An early flight will leave And on it will be me I'll be half asleep And you'll get up at three  Casual as a light Flickers before it's night Sadness comes And the daylight turns and runs As the sun is setting you'll be betting I'll be getting through I'll find a payphone baby Take some time to talk to you  And I have never felt Quite this close to hell All this rock and roll baby Only time will tell But we're young now, having fun now On the town now, get around now It's fine for now But someday we'll settle down But not now  Smoke baby  Who'll give you time to cry? And time to find yourself?