Smoke.

It's there, it's where, it begins,and it's calling your nameYou've been down there all night now,in a state that I cannot explainBehind grey curtains of ashfrom a word it was burnNow smoke rises high from your head,morning mist laying deadOn naked shoulders no flowers, no thorns

 

Hey love, stay the fuck out of my homeI've told you a thousand times'Cause my brain tells me you're dangerous, and my belly saysyou're just too hard to findA kiss from sullen lips of asheswill probably blow this whole winter awayBut something tells me this is just not real,something tells me this smoke is here to stayIt was supposed to be an endless day