Blue smoke swirling in the wind
A resigned beacon pale and thinned
Thoughts to tantalize the mind
Guilty tears on a sinner's cheek
A pulse unworthy becoming weak
For what I see I might as well be blind

We are a legend of little repute
Our braggart's tongues remaining mute
What are we still missing from this mixture?
We should have shown the world our name
But instead we chose no path of fame
Where we stand we hardly are a fixture

My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep
My absinthe eyes, your opium words

How many times have I tried to go
To find out all that there is to know
Without reflecting upon your face as well?
Still I strove to make us obsolete
But since this painting wasn't yet complete
I found it hard to stubbornly rebel

I don't want the mist to consume me
The spirit yearns to wander freely
We aren't quite the universal standard
Will you hold me up or hold me down?
Shall we swim or shall we drown
Wailing for this story left unheard?

My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Fade away into nothing

Turned a corner
Turned a leaf
Turned into hatred
Turned to grief
Turned a blind eye
Turned my head
Turned my back