The Smoking Pose Songtext

Sifting through the ashes

Your fingers are blistered

Right down to the filter

The blistering that carved that shape in you all night



With your chin down to your chest

Speech drooling out in a mesh

Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of what you mean

Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, unaware of what you seem


Your eyes were just blatant hints at your elevation

Allowing the two of you, completion



Singe your throat when the door is open

Beneath the smoke I can see that,

I can see that you have come alive again