Smoke

I’ve lost all sense of direction
And I’m wondering where to go
But I know a place
It’s far from here
I’ll take a car in the open road
I took a year of reflection
To find and bottle my soul
I couldn’t see it
No one would feed it, no
From the lightest touch
The lightest breath in my hands
Stand in darkness
Which way will the light come out?
In here the lightings so bad
Broken hearted
My eyes are turning so black
(Uh huh)
So I smoke to hear the voices, yeah
I don’t hear your invitation
My ears ar poison with gold
I know a place
Not far from here (yah)
I’ll take a car in the open cold
I’m leaving trails of reflection
Piece by piece
On the road
I couldn’t see it
No one would feed it
No from the lightest touch
The lightest breath in my hands
Stand in darkness
Which way will the light come out?
In here the lightings so bad
Broken hearted
My eyes are turning so black (uh uh)
So I smoke to hear the voices, yeah