Damon&Naomi  -  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 violing with string that cut
Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wands
And smokey eyes that seem to watch it all
She might bring to you
A princely sum, or a pack of gum to chew
Or she might bring to you

An Afghan rug, and 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 smokey eyes that seem to watch it all
And she will bring to you
A king 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 words unknown
And smokey eyes that seem to watch it all