Through the smoke

through the smoke

through the smoke 

of my cigarette

I spy

I spy 

I spy 

your window

sitting on the steps

of a closed shop 

in front your house

sitting on the steps

of a closed shop 

in front your house

your house, 

my home

your house

Your house 

my home

that house where I grew up 

surrounded by sweet ghosts

that house where I dreamed 

in which I was forgotten

abused

erased

in which I was forgotten

abused

erased

Oh mummy, mummy

you was so blind

oh mummy, mummy

I was so child

Oh mummy, mummy

you was so blind blind blind blind

A tear slide down my face

I take it off with a swipe

it's not time to cry, no, no, 

it's not time to cry

larara larara larirara

Through the smoke

through the smoke

through the smoke 

of my cigarette

I spy

I spy 

I spy 

your window