Lyrics Schyler's Song - Sweet Smoke

Schyler's Song

When night flows by your window
And candles start to move
As rest turns into solitude
The wind becomes atrophy
It blows a song so gentle
That humans seem to hear
Like fadey dreams of childhood
It’s coming but no one else hear
Know the sound of candle floppin'
Birds that Indistinguishable may not Indistuingishable
Bows that speak may not have mind
One who seeks is one who finds
Street Indistuingishable
The skies start to shine
Solitude takes to the air
Dogs begin to whine
Before the tune is finished
Someone’s lips go cold
Tim will capture all that’s made
Ther’s no such thing as old
Know the sound of candle floppin'
Birds that Indistinguishable may not Indistuingishable
Bows that speak may not have mind
One who seeks is one who finds
Thank you very much
Indistuingishable