Big Smoke - The Smith Street Band

That first winter in the forest

We blew big smoke at the snow

Explored the tracks along the reservoir

And made friends we weren’t obliged to know

Slept naked by the fire and made angels with our bodies

Used your spirit as a blanket that was big enough to cover me

Want to live in a beautiful world

And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you

And it was a warm night in September

The air was filled with distant laughter

We had walked down to the water

To dare each other to dive in

The waves were ruining my omen

Pair of pants that are not jeans

But at least now there’s a story

And a memory of how you looked at me

Want to live in a beautiful world

And I don’t know how I’ll do it without you

Want to live in a beautiful world

And I don’t know how I’ll do it without

I don’t know how I’ll do it without you

When there’s a deep and violent sadness

It grows in me as I get old

A kind of concentrated madness

Smashing Telecasters in my soul

Smashing Telecasters in my soul

Smashing Telecasters in my soul

And I understand the irony

That having someone next to me

Does not offer security

And in the end, I always leave