The smoke it burns my eyes and has been for too long,
as I awoke into, the winter gone.
I'm searching for a hall,with a candle at the end,
to fall in broken glass, and wake burned out again.

And I can't see if youre smilin
Even though youre right in front of me.

I'm scared of the things, the ones I already know.
Return to habits past the years are gone.
Will you come by, and say my name?
And maybe I'll find time to listen for a change!