Smoke Rings Testo

Another night of the same charade
I find myself wanting her call (who is she)
Yet dreading the sound of the ring
Have I come to love my self-imposed confinement
Do I loathe the one in the mirror or just not enough
These smoke rings remind me
That I am just as hollow and undirected
Winter approaches and with it come
The nights of aimless wandering
Desiring anything but what I know I need
The sky and the temperature have nothing
On this gray soul and this cold heart
If there was no way into your warmth
I would have let the ice in these veins
Still my heart long ago