Smoke on the river

Rolls into winter

Highlights the changes

In all things around

The emptiness of sound

Woke to the sunrise

Lying on the new sky

The moon hangs from somewhere

That no one can name

The fourth dimensional plane

Gone up in flames

It's thin ice we skate

Floating above you is hard to explain

Like leaving your body and long since abandoning

To live on the clouds like a peaceful sleepy hurricane

Till one day the storm hits

And makes a mess of everything

Turning on the faucet

Water comes in droplets

Not clear or blue but red as blood

And your face was where my reflection was

I wrote a song about a guy like you

I tried to run but I was stuck to you

The sun is setting in her pinks and reds

Can't get the image out from in my head

I hear it scratching like a broken disc

But man I couldn't tell you what that is

I wrote a song about a drug like this

Yeah I should run but man I need my fix