Before the Truth will come to fill our eyes
And when the the answers and the Truth have cut their ties
I was born in a house in a town just like your own
I was raised to believe in the power of the unknown
'Cause when the answers and the Truth take different sides
When their whispers have painted pictures that
Make you doubt what you once believed in
Paper stories that hide the Glory
Who do you believe when you can't get through (through smoke)
When everything you know seems so untrue (through smoke)
When I'm lost in a place that I thought I knew (through smoke)
Give me some way that I might find You (through smoke)
Who do you believe (through smoke)
Everything you know (through smoke)
When I'm lost in a place (through smoke)