LANBROAN / IN THE SMOKE
I see you’re on fire
I can sell you some smoke
the burnt smell ends up getting to you
I told you that you’d have to choose
that’s up to you
who you wanna be tricked by
I’m ready
I want the gold close
and to shift the spotlight far away
to call this smoke transparent
let’s learn to interpret it all
because I belong to that band of magicians
that feeds on your illusion
I appear and I disappear
because I belong to that band of magicians
that feed on your illusion
expert in appearing and disappearing
in that smoke we created by ourselves
