I can see the friction
Atoms making fire
It's easy enough to let it all go wrong

But don't you think it's warmer
With your finger against the lighter
I'm nervous to feel the heat come over me

Don't you worry mother
I don't need a filter
A fragrant cloud of smoke
Fills in my lungs

I'm ashamed to call you over
In a childlike manner
It's easy enough to let yourself go wrong

As these young lips, they burn
It's all lost in time
Can your hear me when I'm crying
Can you hear me through the fire
Can your hear me when I'm crying
When I'm crying

Darkness in the hour
When the sun gives up its power
Like the wind giving
The dust begins to fall