It’s there, it’s where it begins someone’s calling your name 
You've been down there all night now in a state that I cannot explain
Behind grey curtains of ash in a word you were born 
Now smoke rises high from your head and every word makes you just a little older 
You are your own thorn
Hey, love, stay the [bad word] out of my home I’ve told you a thousand times 
‘cause my brain tells me you’re dangerous And my belly says you’re just too hard to find 
Another kiss from swollen lips of ashes will probably blow this whole winter away 
But something tells me this is just not real 
Something tells me this smoke is here to stay