Before the truth will come to fill our eyes
The wool comes down in the form of fire
And when the answers and the truth have cut their ties
Will you still find me
Will you still see me through smoke
I was born in a house in a town just like your own
I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown
When the answers and the truth have cut their ties
Will you still find me
Will you still see me through smoke (x4)
When their whispers have painted pictures
That make you doubt what you once believed in
Even stories that hide your glory to keep us searching
(Through smoke)
Who do you believe when you can't get through
(Through smoke)
When everything you know seems so untrue
(Through smoke)
When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew
(Through smoke)
Give me some way that I might find you
