She blew her whispered promises the moment that we met,
She covered up her secrets for the things she might not get,
If someone knows of a reason why these two should not be one,
But no one spoke of the dangling rope; no, not a single one,
Who could see through all that smoke?
She’ll steal your light, she’ll fill your lungs, so breathe your enemy,
She hangs across your future in the things you cannot see,
You can make your bed like your mother said, your windows boxed with flowers,
As man and wife in a perfect life, you’ll while away the hours,
Through, yes it’s true, that was all blown away,
When she filled our room up with smoke.
No game of twenty questions could discover what I found,
No television expose could bring the siren down,
So heaven-sent was the accident that gave away the lie,
And left her choked on the dangling rope, uncovered and untied,
She came unglued soon as I walked away,
She was so cool and so sure I would stay,
All — that is all — up in smoke.