Lyrics
The grey smoke rises, take my hand, we re all just carried in the smoke
At least we ll be lost together, the birds in the air, carried on the breeze
But i can still feel you next to me oh please take my hand, lifting me up out the sand, then watched the smoke rise in the distance
You re not here, from the moment we begin to love 1994, makes me long to see your face
The smell of the fire, and when we re both lost to the fire, lifting me up out the sand
take my hand
You were lost to the fire, then watched the smoke rise in the distance, i m still finding it hard to understand you re not here
Makes me long to see your face, i long for the scraped knees, and i swear i can hear your voice
Lifting me up out the sand, you were lost to the fire, we re all just carried in the smoke
I long for your kind face, the grey smoke rises, it s all lost to the fire
i drew a line in the wet sand
Lifting me up out the sand, listening to time standing still Departures, lifting me up out the sand
I drew a line in the wet sand, i long for your kind face
The comfort of your hands, i drew a line in the wet sand Departures, i m still finding it hard to understand
And i swear i can hear your voice, the grey smoke rises, my childhood carried on the breeze
It carries my thoughts with it into the air, it s all lost to the fire 1994, carried on the breeze
I dream you take my hand, take my hand
Listening to time standing still, it s moments like this where i think i ll forget you
Then watched the smoke rise in the distance, the grey smoke rises
I drew a line in the wet sand, it carries my thoughts with it into the air
my childhood carried on the breeze
it s moments like this where i think i ll forget you
the birds in the air
you re not here
I long for your kind face, you were lost to the fire Departures, it s all lost to the fire
The birds in the air, you re not here, and i swear i can hear your voice
the comfort of your hands
makes me long to see your face
I long for the scraped knees, the comfort of your hands 1994, i dream you take my hand
Lifting me up out the sand, lifting me up out the sand
It s moments like this where i think i ll forget you, i long for your kind face
My childhood carried on the breeze, death touches us
And when we re both lost to the fire, you re not here Departures, it s all lost to the fire
i dream you take my hand
I long for the scraped knees, death touches us
from the moment we begin to love
I m still finding it hard to understand you re not here, the birds in the air
I m still finding it hard to understand you re not here, listening to time standing still
the grey smoke rises
makes me long to see your face
We re all just carried in the smoke, i long for the scraped knees
The comfort of your hands, you were lost to the fire 1994, at least we ll be lost together
My childhood carried on the breeze, carried on the breeze, my childhood carried on the breeze
Sing the songs of my childhood, the comfort of your hands
You re not here, listening to time standing still
And i swear i can hear your voice, the smell of the fire
