Smoke Filled Rooms

Text:

© Grathy
Smoke-Filled Rooms
Vocals and lyrics by Mary McGrath
Copyright 4/16/20-all rights reserved

The smoke-filled rooms do seem to cloud
That which I think is you.
But in my gaze I know I see
A rare vision that is true.

I breathe your essence,
As I quickly pass you by.
The perfume clears the air inside
Of what I know I hide.

My chest expands as I do ponder
Many dreams with you,
Without the haze of habits old
Of someone I once knew.

You are not a cloud you see,
But a form that's rare and true,
If I could just hold on you know
My heart could ring so true.