A lyrical monologue about memories surfacing through vivid images: orange skies, blue water, green trees, smoke in the lungs. The speaker drinks whiskey like water, repeating "These things are coming back to me" as sensory details blur into a dream-like, nostalgic haze.
Orange skies, blue water, baptized by the water. These things are coming back to me. These things are coming back to me. Green trees, trails leading nowhere, it seems. These things are coming back to me. These things are coming back to me. Me, you smoke. Oh, feel it in my lungs, taste it on my tongue. Smoke. Oh, feel it in my lungs, taste it on my tongue. Me, you smoke. Drinking whiskey like it is water. These things are coming back to me. These things are coming back to me. Nighttime sweet dreams, I'll stay up thinking.
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