Through Smoke
Nathanial Rinehart, William Rinehart
Before the Truth will come to fill our eyes
The world comes down in the form of fire
And when the the answers and the Truth have cut their ties
Will you still find me
Will you still see me
Through smoke
I was born in a house in a town just like your own
I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown
'Cause when the answers and the Truth take different sides
When the whispers have painted pictures that make you doubt what you once believed in
Paper stories that hide the Glory to keep us searching
Through smoke
Who do you believe when you can't get through
When everything you know seems so untrue
When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew
Give me some way that I might find You