I cast a lure into the river
To see what I could get
Cause when everythings delivered
To the store, such a bore, not much love in it And in all the run, run, rush
I bite my tongue and push but I don’t think that much
And then the smoke pours out your ears
A thousand years of history now we’re burning ourselves up Cause when you burn yourself alive
It turns into smoke that you
Hope will rise
So you can see clear through your eyes
I try to cut through all the chatter
But now its on all the time
Well if you’re climbing up the ladder
How come you feel so low, low?
And then the smoke pours out your ears
A thousand years of history now we’re burning ourselves up Cause when you burn yourself alive
It turns into smoke that you
Hope will rise
So you can see clear through your eyes
Cause when you burn yourself alive
It turns into smoke that you
Hope will rise
So you can see clear through your eyes