She might bring to you
A statuette, a cigarette, the smoke of time well spent
Or she might bring to you
A week of sin, a violin with strings that cut
Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
Smoky eyes that seem to watch it all
Yeah, she might bring to you
A princely sum or a pack of gum to chew
Or she might bring to you
An Afghan rug or a kind of love that's new to you
Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone
And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all
And she will bring to you
A kind of love that's something new
Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone
An ancient bird that nests in worlds unknown
And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all
- :
- Fortune
- False Beats And True Hearts
- The Sub Pop Years
- Miscellaneous
- Playback Singers
- Song to the Siren: Live in San Sebastian
- The Earth Is Blue
- Pierre Etoile EP
- Monday, January 19th, 2004 at Kichijoji Manda-La 2, Tokyo
- The Wire Tapper 12
- Sound: Check
- The Wire Tapper 18
- While My Guitar Gently Weeps
- More Sad Hits
- With Ghost