The Fog

Baby come down to the bottom of the stairs

There's a reflection I want you to see

Our history of loneliness has

Defeated our devices

Lady come down, it's time to stop and stare

There's a successor I want you to meet

His misery and loneliness has

Exceeded expectations

But still we fold down

Look at the stars they're getting younger

Look at your pain you're getting older

Not feeling right but always hoping for more

I'm going to tumble to the centre of the square

There's a triangle I wanted to see

The fog has cast a shadow over

We're losing our direction

So forget the whole thing

Look at the stars they're getting younger

Look at your pain you're getting older

Not feeling right but always hoping for more