Your Smoke Screen - K.D. Lang

David Barbe

The medicine has taken you over

Washing away any desire

How does it feel at the end of the day

When your energy’s gone and it’s slowly replaced

By the numbing sensation

Cleaning both sides of your brain

I remember the stars in your eyes

But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes

Do you remember our very last kiss

Are you aware that you’re terribly missed

Do you remember how to remember

I should have seen through your smoke screen