Smoke and Mirrors

Idiot winds
Best let them blow themselves out
There's no point staring at the sun
Let's take a trip
Just until our skins burn
Grace in the face of monsters

Slowly adrift through the town
There are answers to be found

Computers of the past
The junk from living too fast
A slow pull back
For the big reveal

Slowly adrift through the town
There are answers to be found