Vision in Smoke Songtext
von Mr. Deadly

I come home from the bar
A few new dents in the car
And I wade through the trash I ignore
Make my way to the bed
Light a Marlboro red
Now suddenly I′m on the floor
As I stare at the ceiling
A moment of clarity
Hits me and I see the truth
In the smoke cloud above me
Bittersweet but so lovely
The specter of my wasted youth


Can it be?
Can it be?
Have I really been stuck in this dead end so long?
I believe
I believe that there's got to be somewhere
That feels more like home than my dreams
They′re just dreams
Memories

And I tip the night stand trying to rise again
Now a blanket of cans covers me
In the fetal position I make the decision
Guess this is where I'm gonna sleep
Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry
No, that′s not an apology
It′s just the state that I'm in
And tomorrow I′ll wake up hungover and ate up
And start getting shitfaced again

Can it be?
Can it be?
Have I really been stuck in this dead end so long?
I believe
I believe that there's got to be somewhere
That feels more like home than my dreams
They′re just dreams
Memories


Can it be?
Can it be?
Have I really been stuck in this dead end so long?

I believe
I believe that there's got to be somewhere
That feels more like home

Than my dreams
They′re just dreams
Memories