Sunday, May 09, 2010

handcrafted vice

1 comment:

Sidewinder said...

The weak and hazy shades of winter sun
Come shining through
Lifting fog from the trees and a gentle warm breeze
Send it up in to the blue

Blue sky and you come creeping through my soul
Goodbye our love`s smoking too
And the sound of those Italian engines
Is much more the sound of you

Miles was a cigarette smoky and long
Gonna miss what I never had
Now that cigarette is gone