The Smoke Lyrics

Don't you wish for a little more from me
Hidden from their eyes we leave
And as the moment dies again
We give the stealing hour to the thieves
And leave the dying light
To the liars and the lovers in disguise

There's only so much of this that I can take
It won't be long now before you break me

One by one to the beating of this drum
Out they come, out they come to the howling fire
Moonlight shines on the smoke and funeral pyres
And I long for you

I won't ask for any more from you
You've given all the while you bleed
And as the blackbird flies again
We'll burn its wooden wings with deceit
If only to provide us
The fire with which we see the dying beat

There's only so much of this that I can take
It won't be long now before you break me

One by one to the beating of this drum
Out the come, out they come to the howling fire
Moonlight shines on the smoke and funeral pyres
And I long for you

One by one to the beating of this drum
Out they come, out they come to the howling fire
Moonlight shines on the smoke and funeral pyres
And I long for you

One by one to the beating of this drum
One by one to the beating of this drum
One by one to the beating of this drum
And I long for you