Smoke curls through my hands

These one night stands are making me crazy I know

Morning I’ll go

Crowds in the rain all passing by

Faith gone from your eyes

Each word it flies

Taking you further away

And come that day

There ain’t no easy way to cry

And as I watch you leave I stand

Inside my house of straw

And everywhere I go I find

Things recollecting my mind

How right it all could be

So right now.

~David Gray

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