Bocanada

When there's nothing left to say
The smoke speaks, the smoke swims
And spirals away

When there's nothing left to say
Empty spaces open up
That two can't breathe in

To fade away, stretching the after
A path with no end
Distant pleasure of one gaze meeting another
Fading out

When there's nothing left to say
I become one with the smoke
Winding through reason

Of everything that's been decided
Time stretches and I forget
I forget, just like you
Uh, in the waiting, we drift indifferent
Through the space that's left

To fade away, stretching the after
A story with no end
Distant pleasure of one gaze meeting another
Fading out