The fog won't end And it's never gonna lift, I guess Breathe against the window facing the street Scribble with my finger on the glass
Trying to read the horoscope of animals long extinct Trying to read the omens in the kitchen sink
The fog took shape Like a golem with a vengeful eye Limbs like rippling swans' nest At least a hundred stories high
Trying to read the horoscope of animals long extinct Trying to read the omens in the kitchen sink
Trying to force an ending Where everything turns out well Don't really mind the ritual Just the smell
Get word sometimes From distant outposts much like mine Places where the fog rolled in one day Try to tell them it will work out fine
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