Pour Another - Nick Hakim

Pour another glass of her warm smoke

Into the river and let it rest

'Til my thoughts get weary, until they float

I feel the smoke rising, all down my throat

Pour another glass of her warm smoke

Until I sleepwalk back home

With the stench of her perfume all on my coat

And yet another morning, I wake and I’m alone

But I know oh oh oh oh oh oh

But I know oh oh oh oh oh oh

But I know oh oh oh oh oh oh

But I know oh oh oh oh oh oh