the sky grows dark around this place
the candle flame lights up my face
smoke from incense fills the air
its musty fog clings to my hair
my voice grows old with each new sip
of wine, still songs fall from my lips
songs of love and loss and fear
and girls i wish i could be near
my name is smith just for tonight
or maybe samson if i try
thoughts of future 'tween my ears
how best to spend the next few years
trust the road within my sight
trust myself to know what's right
wishes made, this darkened sky
could never stop my dreams tonight
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