I'm broken down
You caved my karma in
I'm staying up
Waiting for you like a fool
You made me forget
About all the dreams I kept
I keep your glass here
(hand?)
By the bed we slept
I can't erase your smokey eyes
Your smothered face
Gripping on my waist
Leaving a ghost
Upon the Oregon Coast
And on the floors
Of a crashes porch
(?)
Who can pretend
That there's a beginning without an end?
It ain't contrived
All this magic in our lives
Comes down like a storm
Then drizzles then dies
Your soul is free
But you're the one I need
And you made your deal
But you're still my ideal
And so I wait
And so I choose this fate
And store your shape
In my electric bed
Who can pretend
That there's a beginning without an end?
It ain't contrived
All the magic in our lives
Comes down like a storm
Then drizzles then dies
Writer(s): Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Ian Paice, Jon Lord
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