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​Selling Smoke

This song is by Solstice Coil and appears on the album A Prescription for Paper Cuts (2005).

(In due time, it has turned from an
Existential hurdle to a human resource)

I've locked myself out
Strands of me everywhere
You brought me here to swap war stories
Where am I?

(Like always)

Leave it open, open
Bugs in the microwave
And I'm sick of searching yellow rocks
Who wants to know?

Yes, it was me hiding down from the spiders
Yes, it was me holding on to the grate
Oh yes, I was here when the world came on crashing
Yes, I'm afraid, you came here too late

(You always deliver
Always deliver too late)

Evil's watering the plants
Fighting world wars with needles
A decimal haste or a desolate place
The rain was made of mercury

Yes, it was me hiding down from the spiders
Yes, it was me holding on to the grate
Oh yes, I was here when the world came on crashing
Yes, I'm afraid, you came here too late

(Silver glazed, mercury rain)
Drop, drop, drop
(Silver glazed, silver glazed)
Drop, drop, drop