Before the truth will come to fill our eyes. The wool comes down in the form of fire. And when the answers and the truth have cut their ties. Will you still find me. Will you still see me through smoke. I was born in a house in a town just like your own. I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown. When the answers and the truth have cut their ties. Will you still find me. Will you still see me through smoke. Who do you believe when you can't get through. When everything you know seems so untrue. When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew. Give me some way that I might find you