Smoking Mirror کے بول

The window is wobbling rain no doubt four part water one part poison I really could do without You can have my Picasso please lie down your funerary nakedness remains under your successful dress and gown Look in the smoking mirror you're a thinking flame into your silence I'll introduce straight rain From bergamot to tonka on a sea breeze of turpentine a sulphur rose with hammer-dressed eyes a little light upstairs At a slumber party poorly lit a vaseline moon and would-be gems you sleep on it you're blinding me with rescue flares You can have my Picasso please lie down your funerary nakedness remains under your successful dress and gown