Smoke & Mirrors
Agnes Obel
Oh my one
I'm so
Happy that you've got so far
But I know
The good, the great
Is working you like a charm
Oh my one
Rushing away
With a bag full of bones
I know
The place you left
Still won't leave you alone
The crow, the cat
The bird and the bee
I'm sure they would agree
That my one
Is falling for tricks
Smoke and mirrors
Playing your wit
A hue and cry
Waiting to blow
Under your skin
Wherever you go
Still I wish that I knew
The taste of
Something that good