Mark Fossie I AM

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home

I wonder will you come back? Will you leave me here dying?

I hear the wind stop in their direction when i look at you

I see if we want to leave our wound seperate

I want depth for my arms that will be filled with you

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home

I pretend i'll wander mazily all the earth not looking for you
I feel that dig beneath your skin that isn't me

I touch beneath your body without leaving any memory

I worry if I find nothing but two eyes

I cry without sound wreched solitary

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home

I understand the thousand lips that I have kissed but I vainly sought in you

I say my mind was going numb when the bell was beating as loud as a drum

I dream that your beutiful silhoutte will never dissapear

I sometimes try to seperate but our love is a harsh cord

I hope you don't go far off notr even for a day because

I am the smoke that roams looking for a home