Текст песни hammill peter - Fogwalking
hammill peter - Fogwalking слова песни
Everything clumsy slow-motion,I look for the source.Buildings loom up like icebergson collision course.I don`t want to go in there,I just want to be alone,unpick the stitches of timein Londonin 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 doorwaysand mouthing cold air -I have heard this.Fogwalking, fogwalking.Since the curfewthe streets are half-dead,all the good folk asleep in their beds,it`s so easy to go off the railswhen the fog sporesare breeding inside by head.Fogwalking: there`s a presence that I senseFogwalking: the neck muscles tenseFogwalking: it`s right here inside me,try to find a defense - oh, no.Fogwalking through the wreckage,fogwalking through the worm-eatenNight Apple,fogwalking through what used to beWhitechapel.