“Like whispers in the night, it twirls and it bends, In the dance of the smoke, where the magic never ends….. ends…never ends” Smoke dances in the air like a ghostly (wisp)….(in the dance of ssmoke) Swirling and weaving with a silky lisp. (If you got one bet you pissed) It billows softly in shades of gray and white, (whiiiite) Casting gentle shadows, a dreamlike sight. (It twirls and bends… the magic never ends) Each tendril flows like a delicate finger, (smmmoke) Reaching out to explore, where the night seems to linger. (Whispers in the night) With scents of the past, it whispers and weaves, (The magic never ends) Memories of warmth in the twilight leaves. (Never ends) (Break) (Smoke it’s twirls and bends) In dim light, it shrouds the world in a veil, A mystical cloak where secrets prevail. (Magic never ends) Inviting curiosity, it sways and it twirls, A dance of the unseen, as it curls and unfurls. (Never, never never never never never, never never…. Ends The magic never ends) (Instrumental) Beneath its soft surface lies complexity deep, (so deeep) A harbinger of change, a promise to keep. (Magic never ends) Transient beauty, it captures the essence, A reminder of moments, elusive, in presence. (Never ends) For as it ascends, it vanishes fast, (fast) Leaving only traces of what’s left in the past. (Past) In the ethereal drift, we find what we seek, (smoke it twirls and it bends) In the dance of the smoke, it speaks without speak.
