Smoke

It's there, it's where, it begins, and it's calling your name You've been down there all night now, in a state that I cannot explain Behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was burn Now smoke rises high from your head, morning mist laying dead On naked shoulders - no flowers, no thorns Hey love, stay the fuck out of my home I've told you a thousand times 'Cause my brain tells me you're dangerous, and my belly says you're just too hard to find A kiss from sullen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away But something tells me this is just not real, something tells me this smoke is here to stay It was supposed to be an endless day