As I watch the wind
Bend the smoke
And you start to choke
The truth is
I already know
You are the wind
And I am the smoke
Wither to your ways
Surreal appeal
Great in so many ways
I remember so many days
I thought of you
But still didn't call
Just the thought of you could make up for the fall
But I'd have to let go
If it happened to be so
I'll fall on my own
And land on my throne