smoke mirrors

Agnes Obel

Oh my one
I m so
Happy that you ve got so far
But I know
The good, the great
Is working you like a charm

Oh my one
Rushing away
With a bag full of bones
I know
The place you left
Still won t leave you alone

The crow, the cat
The bird and the bee
I m sure they would agree
That my one
Is falling for tricks
Smoke and mirrors
Playing your wit

A hue and cry
Waiting to blow
Under your skin
Wherever you go
Still I wish that I knew
The taste of
Something that good