Smoke - Brian Fallon

And I lost my mind in the middle of Toronto, I was

Spending nights at home full throttle, I was

Breakin' your heart

Breakin' my heart, revenge

And I feel just like I woke up in somebody else’s skin

Who else is gonna remind you to take a picture of them?

Well, they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you

When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders

And you never ended up coming home, you just

Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

And when I awoke

Everything had changed, you see I

Left my home, returned something different, I was

Beaten to death, bleeding to death with regret

And nobody else can see it

But there’s something underneath my skin

And I wish I could tell you

I had the worst little dream

And they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote songs about you

When they tied you up in the rungs of ladders

And you never ended up coming home, you just

Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold

And the black clouds came

And darkened all our insides, there were

Newspaper clippings with horrible headlines

Of doom and despair and your name and my name said

«Who will save you from the truth of the matter

That your love, though like gold, is gone?»

Well, they brought hearts and daggers, they wrote

Songs about her, when they

Tied you up in the rungs of ladders

And you never ended up coming home, you just

Became something like a dream I saw where they brought

Hearts and daggers, they wrote

Songs about you, when they

Tied you up and you hung from ladders

And you never ended up coming home, you just

Became something like some smoke that I tried too hard to hold