Текст песни Smoke - Pat MacDonald

Two ways to come, two ways to go
Two ways to fall on my face
Two ways to touch, two ways too much
Too wasted, time runnin' out

Take me, take me safely
To your wind blown island
Fly me, fly me kindly
To your wind blown island

You are what you cook, I made you look
My life's an open sore
I can't compete with red wine, red meat
And the seamen who dine on the shore