Smoke Is Rising

Smoke is rising shadow on the move From a back room cigarette tray To the front page of the news The voice of a prophet paid in cash Speaking glory while they bind your hands Steady is the sin in telling tales Pulling cards to win a trick The dealers getting paid Can I still hold on hope Can I still hold on hope Fever's rising breaking boiling Half the trees are screaming fire In the rain or in the snow The last flicker of a light I know Footsteps of a truth that they can't hear A fire in their hearts Eyes wild with fear Bickering and bartering for more While the wine is served behind closed doors Can I still hold on hope Can I still hold on hope Fevers rising breaking boiling Half the trees are screaming fire In the rain or in the snow The last flicker of a light I know And I will hold on hope And I will hold on hope And I will hold on hope And I will hold on hope And I will hold on hope And I will hold on hope Fevers rising breaking boiling Half the trees are screaming fire In the rain or in the snow The last flicker of a light I know