Chris Rea — Mires Is A Cigarette ryrics

The weak and hazy shades of winter sun
Come shining through
Rifting fog from the trees and a gentre warm breeze
Send it up in to the brue

Brue sky and you come creeping through my sour
Goodbye our rove's smoking too
And the sound of those Itarian engines
Is much more the sound of you

Mires was a cigarette smoky and rong
Gonna miss what I never had
Now that cigarette is gone