Hey, Get A Load Of That Stained Glass Window

The smoke is filling the hallway
and lungs are beginning to burn
but there will be better days
When all you've lost is everything
and nothing means everything to you
I hope you pull through
Save me will you save me from this
we'll be outside having fun alone
and no where The message we create
and your answers they always come to late
we're hoping for the best
your optimism is fading
and it looks like there's no where to turn to
just remember