Smoke Machine (feat. MONDAY)

Miles away from the silver screen, walls were lime and tangerine

I shocked her eyes, her tender smile was cold

She told me where’s the fax machine, winked her eye like an evil queen

and all that white snow went up to her nose

Oh, just like a dream, they’ll sell you lies and fade in a smoke machine

oh the silver screen, will tell you lies nothing's what it seems

Baby let me save you all the trouble

I’ll tell you now, how the story ends

Morning I just daydream and I travel

at night I play my dirty little games

Oh, just like a dream, they’ll tell you lies and fade in a smoke machine

and only satellites can tell you what goes inside my mind