[Verse 1]
Mother, feeling your hand, eye
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees

[Verse 2]
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away
It's a long song and I can't play it so
Give me a grip now, collector of bones

[Chorus]
Worlds of smoke
Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
There'll be the day I get the joke

[Solo]

[Verse 2]
Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated and now take the cake away
It's a long song and I can't play it so
Give me a grip now, collector of bones
[Chorus]
Worlds of smoke
Distorted mirror broken, paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
There'll be the day I get the joke