You've got me feeling like cold smoke The ghost of something that burned long ago And I'm understanding hope As a concept that you preach before you go The first word leads to the second The second to a line The line leads me give it up this time It's just another crack, yeah One thing you should have said One more one last time not coming back Like corpses in mortuaries We are laid out in bed Looking vast asleep While we're already dead Dressed up Still here somehow Soon the be coffin-bound And six feet in the ground You've got me feeling like cold smoke The ghost of something that burned long ago And I'm understanding hope As a concept that you preach before you go Before you go Like piano-wire, cyanide and guillotine Oblivion is baring its rotten teeth And everything you say Sounds like death to me These dull words wrap around my neck But you're just as dead You've got me feeling like cold smoke The ghost of something that burned long ago And I'm understanding hope As a concept that you preach before you go We burned long ago Too damn long ago All we breathe is smoke