It takes some getting used to All this pretty skin
I used to have furry friends
We had our little cave games
To keep each other warm
We did wrong, but we had fun
Smoke from our fires
Nothing to say or do Through all the smoke from our fires
I think I’ve heard enough
Let’s call it a night
I’m tired
We run aloose, back and forth
Some kind of closure
Heading in the safe coves
We want more damage
Don’t even try and tell me how
I’m in control of all things
Come on, little fellow
We’ve known all this time
I thought you had thicker skin
I have one thing or two to admit
I never learned to give in Please show me back
To the cave where we played
Branches and clear blue sky
Let’s see if the forest remembers the time
I told you everything
Through the smoke from our fires
Nothing to say or do Through the smoke from our fires
I think I’ve heard enough
Let’s call it a night
I’m tired
Smoke from ours fires