Smoke & Fiction from Smoke & Fiction by X

Through the smoke & fiction
Books & pages burning
Killed with contradiction
All the heads are turning
I still talk a little bit
But there's no words for this
I still talk a little bit
But there's no words for this

Wrapped up tight in twilight
In a bed I am borrowing
My face turns to sorrowing
When I'm dreaming about tomorrowing
I still hurt a little bit
But there's no cure for this
I still hurt a little bit
But there's no cure for this

With a midnight prescription
For the star I am swallowing
Heaven I am following
If they will just allow me in
I still wish a little bit
But there's no star for this

My soul still goes out walking
Over bridges that are burning
A lesson I keep learning
All the leaves are burning
I still pray a little bit
But there's no saint for this
I still pray a little bit
But there's no words for this

• LA punk
• Punk
• classic punk
• garage rock
• rock
• Los Angeles