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

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 take different sides

Will you still find me, will you still see me

Through smoke

Through smoke



When their whispers have painted pictures that

Make you doubt what you once believed in

Paper stories that hide the 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)

Through smoke



Who do you believe

When everything you know

When I'm lost in a place

Give me some way