Smother Songtext
von Tom Silkman

Smother in love
Deep friday night
I feel like dust
Before I decide
Which side I′m on
I might get lost

I hold on to good weather for
My part time job at the liquor store
Once I believe in the hidden door
The other is gone


When I grow up
A shape in the fog
In out of phase
A teller of hope
Joke day by day
All step too close

I hold on to good weather for
My part time job at the liquor store
Once I believe in the hidden door
The other is gone

Smother in love
Deep fried in light
Is it the end
Before I decide
Which side I'm on
I might get lost