Smog – Finer Days

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

Wat 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