Smoke & Mirrors

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. 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 and cry waiting to blow Under your skin, wherever you go Still I wish that I knew The taste of something that good --- Smoke & Mirrors - Agnes Obel