Текст песни Finer Days - Smog

Granted passage
Into the finer days
How I got here
I do not know
And if it were all to disappear
I would not know how to return
And all of my old friends
Want me to stay down, down, down
With them
I could extend them a hand
But they would only pull it off
In their grasp
In their power
So I find myself
Isolated
Isolated in these fine, fine days