pour another

pour another glass of her warm smoke

into the river and let it rest

'til my thoughts get weary

until they float

i feel the smoke rising

heart in my throat

pour another glass of her warm smoke

until i sleepwalk back home

with the stench of her perfume all on my coat

and yet another morning

i wake and i'm alone

but i know

but i know

but i know

but i know