Smoke

Like smoke, we were dispersed after the poison of our fun Went in and out, left cancer's promise on a pair of lungs Atrophy at your heavenly side is worth all the waste Like smoke, we rolled No direction, no control Summer pavements cooling down I'm always somewhere in this town And all these people Inhabiting such waste A sound I've grown around A town I can't escape And all so dim and feeble Blindly do they hate Bitterly they turn theirselves From visions of their fate.