i m broken down you caved my karma in i m staying up waiting for you like a fool you made me forget about all the dreams i kept i keep your glass hand by the bed we slept i can t erase your smokey eyes your smothered face gripping on my waist leaving a ghost upon the oregon coast and on the floors of a crashes porch who can pretend that there s a beginning and not an end it ain t contrived all the magic in our lives comes down like a storm then drizzles then dies your soul is free but you re the one i need and you made your deal but you re still my ideal and so i wait and so i choose this fate and store your shape in my electric bed who can pretend that there s a beginning without an end it ain t contrived all the magic in our lives comes on like a storm then drizzles then dies