Michou
None the Less
The sky looked like a smoke stained paintingHanging overheadWithin the quivers nest I laidTaking drags and hanging on to what you said,"the weather pressure.. that's the aching in my head"A smirk for my grey coffee and the fogRolling across the roadI have been working my love in the off ramp Ready to move onBut I feel the shake as you take overSo far from home but it's worth the distanceCause I always come back hereThen I followed through the streetsAnd found pieces of your dressThe rock hard heels on cobble stonesLed me to your addressAnd in the veil of darkness you stoodBurning cigarettesThere were no vows in the smokey ringsBut you sung them none the less
From Letras Mania