Songtext von Wicked Things

Well I say it's just smoke So you say it's the hair of ghosts So I say it's the white hair of Poseidon Ebbing in the tide in some dead sea So you say it's some Shroud of Turin And the sun wore it white and the earth wore it thin Or the sun wore it white and His faith wore it thin Unraveling heavenward It's saddled to tiny birds Or other such winged things Either way they are struggling Either way they are miniature Either way they're invisible But either way they're confused As Hell would have them And the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind But it's right cause chaos is yours and it's mine And chaos is luck and like love and love blind The pattern of flight is chaotic and blind But it's right cause chaos is yours and chaos is mine mine mine mine And chaos is love and they say love is blind But they're subject to hating us Oh, just like the rest of us Oh, we're just like the rest of us They need the rest of us to stay alive So thats not where confusion lies That's not where illusions to the fact that the truth is just smoke in your eyes Does lie Confusion lies in which other wicked things do lie with Confusion lies in which other wicked things do lie with And chaos is yours And chaos is mine And chaos is love and they say love is blind So I say oh I see now it's just smoke So I say oh I see now it's just smoke Oh I say oh I see now it's just smoke Oh I say oh I see now it's just smoke