Текст песни Smoke & Mirrors - Agnes Obel

Oh my one, I'm so happy
That you've got so far
I know the good, the great
Is working you like a charm

Oh my one, rushing away
With a bag full of bones
I know the place you left
Still won't leave you alone

Mhm, mhm-mhm
Mhm-hm
Mhm, mhm-mhm
Mhm-hm

The crow, the cat, the bird and the bee
I'm sure they would agree
That my one is falling for tricks
Smoke and mirrors playing your wit

A hue, a cry, waiting to blow
Under your skin, wherever you go
Still I wish that I knew
The taste of something that good (oh-oh)