[Verse 1]
It's there, it's where it begins and it's calling your name
You've been down there all night in a state that I cannot explain
Behind grey curtains of ash from a word it was born
Now smoke rises high from your head
Morning mist laying dead on naked shoulders
No flowers, no thorns
[Verse 2]
Hey, love, stay the fuck out of my home
I've told you a thousand times
'Cause my brain tells me you're dangerous
And my belly says you're just too hard to find
A kiss from swollen lips of ashes would probably blow this whole winter away
But something tells me this is just not real
Something tells me this smoke is here to stay
It was supposed to be an endless day
Supposed to be an endless day
Smoke was written by Moddi.
Smoke was produced by Valgeir Sigurðsson.