Cold smoke, gray light Synthetic weed you found In a bottle of cotton and Claritin I told you I loved them With a speakerphone Singing you the songs we wrote My fingers fumbled with the Flower dress under my coat I saw your eyes on The razor burn around my throat To tie a speaker wire around my mind Toss and end to you And never let it go You should have seen your face When you found out it's a circle (I wanted to be a part of it all) You watched me move As a column of air And I let you Opposite me Through whom time will move Until it forgets you I'll write you once From the Nevada retreat And wonder if I ever really even knew you You should have heard the way you cried out About what I thought I understood (I wanted to be a part of it all)