Cold Smoke

You've got me feeling like cold smoke

The ghost of something that burned long ago

And I´m understanding hope

As a concept that you preach before you go

The first word leads to the second

The second to a line

The line leads me give it up this time

It's just another crack, yeah

One thing you should have said

One more one last time not coming back

Like corpses in mortuaries

We are laid out in bed

Looking vast asleep

While we're already dead

Dressed up

Still here somehow

Soon the be coffin-bound

And six feet in the ground

You've got me feeling like cold smoke

The ghost of something that burned long ago

And I´m understanding hope

As a concept that you preach before you go

Before you go

Like piano-wire, cyanide and guillotine

Oblivion is baring its rotten teeth

And everything you say

Sounds like death to me

These dull words wrap around my neck

But you're just as dead

You've got me feeling like cold smoke

The ghost of something that burned long ago

And I´m understanding hope

As a concept that you preach before you go

We burned long ago

Too damn long ago

All we breathe is smoke