Fogwalking lyrics
Everything clumsy slow-motion, I look for the source. Buildings loom
up like icebergs on collision course. I don't want to go in there, I just want to be alone, unpick the stitches of time in London in the no-go zone. I've been kicking around like a dog, lost myself
in the blank mass of fog, it's some kind of service. All humanity's
fall-out is there, slumped in doorways and mouthing cold air - I
have heard this. Fogwalking, fogwalking. Since the curfew the
streets are half-dead, all the good folk asleep in their beds, it's
so easy to go off the rails when the fog spores are breeding inside
by head. Fogwalking: there's a presence that I sense Fogwalking: the
neck muscles tense Fogwalking: it's right here inside me, try to find
a defense - oh, no. Fogwalking through the wreckage, fogwalking
through the worm-eaten Night Apple, fogwalking through what used to
be Whitechapel.
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