كلمات Your Sly Smile

Blue light sittin' lotus-style on your a-frame in the countryside Stillness slides the door and walks inside Candle on the windowsill Burned wickless through our low-lit meal Heaven only knows the things you hide In your blue eyes And your sly smile Tangerine on both your hands Smells strong as the tobacco can Roll me up a smoke if you don't mind Touch me like that afternoon When your friends would all be over soon And you said: What the hell, we'll make the time With your blue eyes And your sly smile