Smoke & Fiction

Through the smoke and fiction

Of books and pages burning

Ashes of confusion

All the leaves are turning

I still talk a little bit

But there's no words for this

I still talk a little bit

But there's no words for this

Wrapped up tight in twilight

In a bed I am borrowing

My face turns to sorrowing

When I'm dreaming about tomorrowing

I still hurt a little bit

But there's no cure for this

I still hurt a little bit

But there's no cure for this

With a midnight prescription

For the star I am swallowing

Heaven I am following

If they will just allow me in

I still wish a little bit

But there's no star for this

I still wish a little bit

But there's no star for this

My soul still goes out walking

Over bridges that are burning

There's lessons I keep learning

All the leaves are turning

I still pray a little bit

But there's no saint for this

I still pray a little bit

But there's no words for this