I've done my time walking around in a blurry line
Wasting my golden pen on your paper
Thinking this would make me happier than before
I'm tired of being accused of an innocent crime
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
Your masked face is following me and I don't want it anymore
Walking down the drawn out street I can't ignore
How many times must I leave before I don't come back
How many times must I cry before I forget the past
Are you looking to the past?
Cause I'm looking to the past
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Her white mask follows wherever I go like the eyes of a painting or cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke