May 2. Fog

There’s a clear view
There’s a clear view
There’s a clear view of the fog out the window
It’s a grey stew
A grew Stew
A grey stew that fog out the window

The Houses hide like trinkets of the past
And I wonder how long this fog will last
Will it last?

And I rush through
I rush through
I rush through this cloud of the morning

Cause I miss you
I miss you
I miss you ‘cause you left with the morning

Through the fog without a shadow to be cast
And I wonder how long this fog will last
Will it last?

Mysteries and Ghosts live in harbours by the coast
That wash both the sailors and the ships at break of day

Could it be true
Could it be true?
Could it be true
This vision that I see through the window
When I come to
When I come to
When I come to
In the morning to the fog out the window

And she’s standing there with blues eyes as clear as glass
And I wonder how long this fog with last.
Will it last?