Old Chimneys

Old Chimneys are getting old
Still covering me with wet fog
Lay down let down feel the same
You're like living in your own brain

Old Chimneys are getting old
Still they remain, empirical
Lay down let down feel the same
You're like living in your own brain

Open my heart
See what's there
Beneath the scars
And there was you
And I was done
With that conflict of mine
That Coffin of mine