MUSIC MONDAY

Woo Wee. Last week just about beat me to death, so I don't have much energy for posting much today. Sorry kids. Instead, I'm going to let NEEDTOBREATHE do the talking for me and we'll all hope that tomorrow I will be more inspired.

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, 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

'Cause when the answers and the truth take different sides

Will you still find me

Will you still see me through smoke

Through smoke

When their whispers have painted pictures that

Make you doubt what you once believed in

Paper stories that hide the glory

To keep us searching

Through smoke

Who do you believe when you can't get through (through smoke)

When everything you know seems so untrue (through smoke)

When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew (through smoke)

Give me some way that I might find you (through smoke)

Who do you believe (through smoke)

Everything you know

When I'm lost in a place (through smoke)

Give me some way