k.d. lang
your smoke screen
The medicine has taken you over  Washing away any desire  How does it feel at the end of the day  When your energy's gone and it's slowly replaced  By the numbing sensation  Cleaning both sides of your brain   I remember the stars in your eyes  But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes  Do you remember our very last kiss  Are you aware that you're terribly missed  Do you remember how to remember   I should have seen through your smoke screen