Heavy thick fog
Set on me-
It seems I don't know where to go.
We've all felt the fog
That sits and waits,
And you feel as though
You cannot escape.

So I thought what maybe we could make
Was a wand-
A wand that fades it way away,
Everything in clear sight
Then maybe we'd be right.

But no one will stop
They're just getting all fucked up.

Dissipated life.
Thick fog forming every night,
Soon the light
Will no longer fight.
And it will be dark-
Too dark to find the tools
To make the wand
That'll cast prefection to last.

So I dream away
And fade away...
Into the fog.
And you cannot see my face,
Or the life in my eyes
All you see are prefect white lines
That steal time
And take away the ideas of what is life.

I've been left and lost,
Still with plenty of coins to toss.
Can you look out there?
Over there to the west?
Well I've heard that is where the fog may lift.
I'm walking out of here
Out of here and to the west.

Make or break my dreams
It may,
But here I cannot die.