Old Chimneys are getting old Still covering me with wet fog Lay down let down feel the same You're like living in your own brain Old Chimneys are getting old Still they remain, empirical Lay down let down feel the same You're like living in your own brain Open my heart See what's there Beneath the scars And there was you And I was done With that conflict of mine That Coffin of mine Open my heart See what's there Beneath the scars And there was you And I was done With that conflict of mine That Coffin of mine