When the day is already melting on a quiet afternoon Then the angels all might as well sing
While their choir laughs at you
Hold your heart up near that dusty window
Only then you'll start to hear the wind blow
Not so far apart from where your tears go after falling
Can't you hear the fire that's roaring
Chewing up what's yet to be
Your desire is to ignore it
You would rather wait and see
Even though you may have never been there
You still taste the smoke in every inhale
Deep within yourself it feels familiar in your longing
Even though you're feeling very tired
Sleepless and completely uninspired
Tomorrow's never farther than a quiet afternoon