Second Hand Smoke

White lines, white sky Light through a sliding glass door, I Woke up, washed off the second hand smoke The second hand smoke Time did what time does Burned all the days and years and I Woke up, washed off the second hand smoke The second hand smoke And where did we go so wrong? I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder And where do we go from here? I'll be hoping that somebody will break my cover Changed plans, washed hands How do I turn back time Lay down, breathe in the second hand smoke The second hand smoke These lines which bind You'll never wash me of it now Float on somewhere in second hand smoke In second hand smoke, I know Where did we go so wrong? I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder Where do we go from here? I was hoping that somebody would break my cover Where did we go so wrong? I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder Where do we go from here? I was hoping that somebody would break my cover Where did you go so wrong? I was scared that someday maybe you'd pull us under Where do we go from here? In second hand smoke, in second hand smoke Second hand smoke, second hand smoke