Cure Me

Oh what a pleasure it’s being crashed by the power of thinking
The scents in the air can smell the events
But there’s no way to touch anything now
I am just fascinated by the smoke from this candle
Cure me you know I would die for it
I think I’m free from all the staff I always have to bring with me
And I swear it’s a daily habit not a way to hide something
But still bad enough for me that I’m so blind
I won’t take my eyes off the smoke from the candle
Cure me you know I would die for it
Cure me I just need to be touched by silence and noise
You cure me just with time
Cure me with no words but air just air
Cure me you know I would die for it
Cure me cure me