Palms Will Smoke In Cold Air by The Pica Beats Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Palms will smoke in cold air
But don't be racked with despair
Your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime
By then you won't even care

And that's a lot to take on
Your bitter fix told me twice
Uneven lust is like torture for tomcats
When you eat nothing but mice

When you have gone for a price
And there is no end in sight

[Chorus]
Well, on my soul
You say deny it
And I will follow suit

Every thought in my head
Will end in violence
You say, "deny that, too"
But on my soul
There is a dark spot
And there is trouble ahead

But under the dark
There is a blank spot
And there are triumphs to tread

[Verse 2]
Look at the maps you spread out
And chart a course East and South
You're rounding corners and wading deep waters, with
None of them touching your mouth

There ain't no wheels on this train (There ain't no wheels on this train)
There ain't no tracks through the sage (There ain't no tracks through the sage)
Moments of trust and the friction of bone dust
Though I bring nothing of trade

And I can see your dismay
So I have failed once again

[Chorus]
Well, on my soul
You say deny it
And I will follow suit
Every thought in my head
Will end in violence
You say, "deny that, too"

But on my soul
There is a dark spot
And there is trouble ahead

But under the dark
There is a blank spot
And there are triumphs to tread

[Outro]
Palms will smoke in cold air
But don't be racked with despair
Your soul escapes at the end of your lifetime
By then you won't even care