Arch of Smoke

I'm passing every root
I will have a listen to
I will have a listen to
The root, the fuel they tried to steal
An eye waters from the heaven above here
Under the cataracts of dark, dark smoke

The things I've lost to love
Could it be they were untrue
Could it be I can make do
With the wines that surround my room

Ignore the stove and all its room
Ignore the tropes they apply to my misfortune
Ignore the strobe of a breath
Admit there’s one regret
The world is over with when I find an entrance

Ignore the strobe of a breath
Admit there's no regret
The world is over with
One day when they have a door