Well I say “It's just smoke”
So you say “It's the hair of ghosts”
So I say “it's the white hair of Poseidon Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea”
So you say “It's some Shroud of Turin and the son wore it white and the earth wore it thin or the son wore it white and his faith wore it thin!”
Unraveling heavenward
Oh it saddled two tiny birds
Or other such winged things
Either way they are struggling
Either way they are miniature
And either way they're invisible
But either way they're confused as hell would have them
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it's right cause chaos is yours and it's mine
And chaos is luck, and like love, and love blind
Ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-oh
Oh, the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind
But it's right cause chaos is yours and chaos is mine, mine, mine, mine
And chaos is love and they say love is blind but they're subject to hate us
Just like the rest of us
Oh but just like the rest of us
They need the rest of us to stay alive
So that's not where confusion lies
That's not where allusions to the fact that the truth is just smoke in your eyes
It does lie, oh confusion lies in which other wicked thing to lie with
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Confusion lies in which other wicked thing to lie with
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
And if chaos is yours and chaos is mine
And chaos is love and they say love is blind
So I say, “Oh I see now, it's just smoke”
So I say, “Oh I see now, it's just smoke”
Oh I say, “Oh I see now, it's just smoke”
Oh I say, “Oh I see now, it's just smoke”