IT'S NOT THE SMOKE

It's not the smoke that darkens the sky some days
That made me run away
Not the old men longing for the old times
When their lungs got dark and their noses red
Not the boring plains and the hills black with coal
The cutting breeze and the cold
It's just that I didn't see you fight so hard
Not to let them bring you down

Then I saw your face turn grey
And I saw when your eyes grew weary,
And I thought I don't really want to go on like this
Then I asked you If we should leave

You used to let the sun always shine in our room
Though the rain kept dancing in the yard
Your hair smelled like flowers, you'd say that spring is just a state of mind

Then I saw your face turn grey
And I saw when your eyes grew weary,
And I thought I don't really want to go on like this
Then I asked you if we should leave
So don't tell them it was the smoke
You can tell them it's not the smoke