Miles is a cigarette
The weak and hazy shades of winter sunCome shining throughLifting fog from the trees and a gentle warm breezeSend it up in to the blue
Blue sky and you come creeping through my soulGoodbye our love's smoking tooAnd the sound of those Italian enginesIs much more the sound of you
Miles was a cigarette smoky and longGonna miss what I never hadNow that cigarette is gone