There were strings of smoke
Half the reason I'm broke
Tinkering in and out
Half of what I'm about
Twisting between the breaths
Out of my depth
Rising in the atmosphere
Replacing love with fear
Why'd you think so
But not really know
The sky's full of clouds
Claustrophobic in crowds
Got a head full of the past
And her name's on my cast
Still waiting round like before
Yearning for the braes of Moneymore
Such a grandiose idea
Listening to Ave Maria
Why would he think so
But not really know