The Smith Street Band - Big Smoke lyrics
[The Smith Street Band - Big Smoke lyrics]
That first winter in the forest
We blew big smoke at the snow
Explored the tracks along the reservoir
And made friends we weren't obliged to know
Slept naked by the fire and made
Angels with our bodies
Used your spirit as a blanket that
Was big enough to cover me
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
And it was a warm night in September
The air was filled with distant laughter
We had walked down to the water
To dare each other to dive in
The waves were ruining my only pair
Of pants that are not jeans
But at least now there's a story
And a memory of how you looked at me
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without
I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
When there’s a deep and violent sadness
That grows in me as I get old
A kind of concentrated madness
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
And I understand the irony
That having someone next to me
Does not offer security
And in the end they always leave
We blew big smoke at the snow
Explored the tracks along the reservoir
And made friends we weren't obliged to know
Slept naked by the fire and made
Angels with our bodies
Used your spirit as a blanket that
Was big enough to cover me
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
And it was a warm night in September
The air was filled with distant laughter
We had walked down to the water
To dare each other to dive in
The waves were ruining my only pair
Of pants that are not jeans
But at least now there's a story
And a memory of how you looked at me
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
Want to live in a beautiful world
And I don’t know how I’ll do it without
I don’t know how I’ll do it without you
When there’s a deep and violent sadness
That grows in me as I get old
A kind of concentrated madness
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
Smashing Telecasters in my soul
And I understand the irony
That having someone next to me
Does not offer security
And in the end they always leave