Before the truth will come to fill our eyes
The wool comes down in the form of fire
And when the answers and the truth have cut their ties
Will you still find me, will you still see me
Through smoke
I was born in a house in a town just like your own
I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown
When the answers and the truth take different sides
Will you still find me, will you still see me
Through smoke
When their whispers have painted pictures that
Make you doubt what you once believed in
Paper stories that hide the glory
To keep us searching
Through smoke
Who do you believe when you can't get through
When everything you know seems so untrue
When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew
Give me some way that I might find you
Who do you believe
When everything you know
When I'm lost in a place
Give me some way