The smoke it burns my eyes and has been for too long,   as I awoke into, the winter gone.   I'm searching for a hall,with a candle at the end,   to fall in broken glass, and wake burned out again.      And I can't see if youre smilin    Even though youre right in front of me.      I'm scared of the things, the ones I already know.   Return to habits past the years are gone.   Will you come by, and say my name?   And maybe I'll find time to listen for a change!