Текст песни Smokehouse

I am a tight wire
You hold me like a line to throw
You give me something that baites me
When the tide is low

All around I hear the trains coming in
One by one
But you don't come, no you don't come

She makes a smokehouse
You cannot find the door to leave
The priest is puttering and humming
There's something up his sleeve

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And the birds can't find their way
And so you stay, and so you stay

I need a moment
To whisper something in you ear
I got a piece of your puzzle
To me you are so clear

Some take and then they go and some flow
Like a river in the sand
Baby I know you can
Come on I know you can
Baby I know you can
Come on I know you can
Come on I know you can