1. The Fog

From the recording Alien Summer

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The Fog

Early in the morning
The ghosts are in my bed
They’ve come to drink the honey
Of dreams inside my head

And when the night is over
I rise without a thought
Of love’s adventures faded
Drunk up in the fog

In the fog, in the fog

Evening birds are calling
Feathers in the air
Wrap your wings around me
Carry me up there

Away from the shadows
That creep along the wall
And hide among the branches
In the quiet fog of dawn

In the fog, in the fog

Where do they wait as I lie down to sleep
Why have they come to feast on my dreams
What do they whisper when I’m all alone
Haunting the breeze that follows me home

In the fog, in the fog