Fog Songtext
von Seachange

Forked again, set to stay
Keeping old ways
Autumn winds, drying lips
Waking business

And people shout on the streets outside
Thick moon hanging in the air tonight
Sirens wailing alive, alive
Keeping contact with the corners of us

Stripped of luck, wrong place, wrong time
Marker to marker, draws a country line
We could find a quiet place
Out here where the soil is good

Mr. Standfast, Mr. Worldly Wise
Avoid the slough of despond
Beige Book says spending is down
On the ship, Ford and Maddox-Brown


And you could call it a family thing
You could say it′s done nothing at all
And ebb and flow if you want to
Don't be afraid to just go

Stripped of luck, wrong place, wrong time
Marker to marker, draws a country line
We could find a quiet place
Out here where the soil is good
Where the soil is good

And people shout on the streets outside
Thick moon hanging in the air tonight
Sirens wailing alive, alive
Keeping contact with the corners of us

Stripped of luck, wrong place, wrong time
Marker to marker, draws a country line
We could find a quiet place
Out here where the soil is good
Where the soil is good
Where the soil is good