Before the [bad word] [bad word] to fill our eyes 
The [bad word] down in the form of fire 
And when the answers and the [bad word] have cut their ties 
Will you still find me 
Will you still see me through smoke, through smoke 

I was born in a house in a town just like your own 
I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown 
'Cause when the answers and the [bad word] take different sides 
Will you still find me 
Will you still see me through smoke 
Through smoke (x3) 

When their whispers have painted pictures that 
Make you doubt what you once believed in 
Paper stories that hide the glory 
To keep us searching 
Through smoke 

Who do you believe when you can't get through (through smoke) 
When everything you know seems so [bad word] (through smoke) 
When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew (through smoke) 
Give me some way that I might find you (through smoke) 

Who do you believe (through smoke) 
Everything you know 
When I'm lost in a place (through smoke) 
Give me some way