Second Hand Smoke

Composer：Michael Flynn/William Fitzsimmons

White lines

White sky

Light through a sliding glass door I

Woke up

Washed off the second hand smoke

The second hand smoke

Time did what time does

Burned all the days and years and I

Woke up washed off the second hand smoke

The second hand smoke

And where did we go so wrong

I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder

And where do we go from here

I'll be hoping that somebody will break my cover

Changed plans washed hands

How do I turn back time

Lay down breathe in the second hand smoke

The second hand smoke

These lines which bind

Youll never wash me of it now

Float on somewhere in second hand smoke

In second hand smoke I know

Where did we go so wrong

I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder

Where do we go from here

I was hoping that somebody would break my cover

Where did we go so wrong

I was hiding from the rain and the rolling thunder

Where do we go from here

I was hoping that somebody would break my cover

Where did you go so wrong

I was scared that someday maybe you'd pull us under

Where do we go from here

In second hand smoke in second hand smoke

Secondhand smoke secondhand smoke