I need a smoke signal.
Something loud and bright,
to save me from this state of mind.
I can't escape it.
Lord knows I've tried,
and now I've grown tired.
I need a smoke signal.

And I still wonder
what might've been.
Will I ever escape this state,
or will i just disintegrate,
and be consumed by this,
because you decided to wait.

Either way it might be over soon, soon.

Well I've carried this burden
and now I don't know how much
more weight I can hold.

Either way it might be over soon, soon.

I need a smoke signal.
Anything to not be alone.
I need a smoke signal.
Before all that's left is bones.