Dust danced slow in the curtain light

Faded shadows drifted through the night

He learned the world through a crack in the wall

Seasons grew cold... no voice at all

Footsteps faded like passing trains

Thunder rattled every fragile frame

Every prayer pulled thin as wire

Quiet hearts don’t start fires

But somewhere beneath the floorboards deep

A dying spark refused to sleep

So he lit the dark like a signal fire

Smoke through the keyhole climbing higher

Ashes rising where his silence stood

Burning the cage of splintered wood

And the sirens cried through the midnight sea

For the first time, somebody came for me

The window watched with a hollow stare

Moonlight tangled in his weary hair

Twenty winters in a borrowed tomb

Counting cracks across the room

Every hour stacked brick by brick

Every heartbeat made him sick

Fear can wither, fear can bloom

Till freedom smells like smoke in the room

One match trembling in his hand

Like a lighthouse burning through the sand

So he lit the dark like a signal fire

Smoke through the keyhole climbing higher

Ashes rising where his silence stood

Burning the cage of splintered wood

And the sirens cried through the midnight sea

For the first time, somebody came for me

Not every flame was born to destroy

Some fires open doors for forgotten boys

Somewhere beyond that flashing glow

A soul stepped free from the undertow

Let me out...

Let me breathe...

Let me find what’s left of me...

He lit the dark like the morning sun

Left his prison where the smoke had run

And the sky turned gold through the freezing blue

Like heaven finally breaking through

And the sirens cried through the midnight sea

For the first time... somebody saw me

Ooooh... ahhh...

Smoke through the keyhole...

Smoke through the keyhole...