You've got me feeling like cold smoke
The ghost of something that burned long ago
And I'm understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go
The first word leads to the second
The second to a line
The line leads me give it up this time
It's just another crack, yeah
One thing you should have said
One more one last time not coming back
Like corpses in mortuaries
We are laid out in bed
Looking vast asleep
While we're already dead
Dressed up
Still here somehow
Soon the be coffin-bound
And six feet in the ground
You've got me feeling like cold smoke
The ghost of something that burned long ago
And I'm understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go
Before you go
Like piano-wire, cyanide and guillotine
Oblivion is baring its rotten teeth
And everything you say
Sounds like death to me
These dull words wrap around my neck
But you're just as dead
You've got me feeling like cold smoke
The ghost of something that burned long ago
And I'm understanding hope
As a concept that you preach before you go
We burned long ago
Too damn long ago
All we breathe is smoke