She might bring to you A statuette, a cigarette, the smoke of time well spent Or she might bring to you A week of sin, a violin with strings that cut Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds Smoky eyes that seem to watch it all Yeah, she might bring to you A princely sum or a pack of gum to chew Or she might bring to you An Afghan rug or a kind of love that's new to you Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all And she will bring to you A kind of love that's something new Furs and cloth to wrap the mouth of your wounds The ash of time pressed in rhyme smooth as stone An ancient bird that nests in worlds unknown And smoky eyes that seem to watch it all