The Bletchley Park Project -
Lyrics - The Fog
The Fog
Lyrics written by
Dan Burke
Moving, softly, your words they color up the sky
You’re staring, your moping eyes they paint me white
Because I can’t tell you what is right
Tell me, you’re crying, your worries seem to take control
Closely, I need to feel our bodies tight
The stark impermanence of life
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to hold you
You’re waiting, I see you, tell me
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to hold you
The stark impermanence of life
It’s early, we’re waking, and time exists only as spite
And I’m thinking, the strange impermanence of life
The strange impermanence of life
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to thank you
Waiting, I see you, tell me
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to thank you
The stark impermanence of life
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to thank you
The stark impermanence of life
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to thank you
I’m waiting, you see me, tell me
Will you think I’m wrong if I will not be here to thank you
The stark impermanence of life
The Bletchley Park Project -
Lyrics - The Fog
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