What She Brings

She might bring to you
 A statuette, a cigarette, the smoke of time well spent
 Or she might bring to you
 A week of sin, a violin with strings that cut
 Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
 Smoky eyes that seem to watch it all
 Yeah, she might bring to you
 A princely sum or a pack of gum to chew
 Or she might bring to you
 An Afghan rug or a kind of love that's new to you
 Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
 The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone
 And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all
 And she will bring to you
 A kind of love that's something new
 Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds
 The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone
 An ancient bird that nests in worlds unknown
 And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all