I cast a lure into the river To see what I could get Cause when everythings delivered To the store, such a bore, not much love in it And in all the run, run, rush I bite my tongue and push but I don't think that much And then the smoke pours out your ears A thousand years of history now we're burning ourselves up Cause when you burn yourself alive It turns into smoke that you Hope will rise So you can see clear through your eyes I try to cut through all the chatter But now its on all the time Well if you're climbing up the ladder How come you feel so low, low? And then the smoke pours out your ears A thousand years of history...