Hawksley Workman - Smoke Baby |
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Smoke Baby
Hawksley Workman In your underclothes You went out for a smoke Just before the storm begins I call you in You let out in the room It makes a cloud Your last breath of smoke Like the greyist Perfect plume Smoke baby, smoke baby Cocaine in Montreal More alcohol baby And back out on the 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 (Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?) 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 And take some time to talk to you I'll be getting through I'll find a payphone baby Smoke baby, smoke baby More alcohol baby Cocaine in Montreal And back out on the plane baby And on it will be me An early flight will leave I'll be half asleep And you'll get up at three (Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?) (Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?) And I have never felt Quite this close to hell Only time will tell All this rock and roll baby 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, baby Smoke baby, smoke baby More alcohol baby And back out on the plane baby Cocaine in Montreal An early flight will leave And on it will be me I'll be half asleep And you'll get up at three (Somewhere on the outside.) (Who gave you time to cry? And time to find yourself?) (c)2003 hawksleytown(SOCAN/ASCAP) |
