IT'S NOT THE SMOKE

IT'S NOT THE SMOKE It's not the smoke that darkens the sky some days That made me run away Not the old men longing for the old times When their lungs got dark and their noses red Not the boring plains and the hills black with coal The cutting breeze and the cold It's just that I didn't see you fight so hard Not to let them bring you down Then I saw your face turn grey And I saw when your eyes grew weary, And I thought I don't really want to go on like this Then I asked you If we should leave You used to let the sun always shine in our room Though the rain kept dancing in the yard Your hair smelled like flowers, you'd say that spring is just a state of mind Then I saw your face turn grey And I saw when your eyes grew weary, And I thought I don't really want to go on like this Then I asked you if we should leave So don't tell them it was the smoke You can tell them it's not the smoke