Smoke stuns my eyes, I fall behind.
Will you fall behind with me?
My arms will not work.
Guide my hands for me,
over your body, over your soul.
Transparent views become even more colorblind
as questions soar above my head.
I stumble some more, fall head first into clay.
Lift my head, see stars.
Smell the moonbeam.
Recover my senses,
explain myself to you.
Hope you understand me.
Hope you see,
want you to be with me.