red house painters
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 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 