Smoke Ring کے بول

Oh, when you were young You could wake up very slowly Rise and fill your lungs Eat and feel the Sun on your face Now you’re fled and gone And a ghost sits down in every doorway When fractures fail too long Then all the kids stop singing songs and laughing They see visions of the roadway Stuck in a town that isn’t ok How I used to pray For the house not to catch on fire Every night I’d wait A prayer could seal my fate Now I turn to you And our picture’s fading very slowly I'm grasping for some proof ‘Cause I still don’t know the truth about them They see visions of the roadway Stuck in a town that isn’t ok They see visions of the roadway Trapped in a vase, wrapped in a smoke ring