Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fogwalking , by - Peter Hammill. Song from the album A Black Box, in the genre Прогрессивный рокRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Fogwalking |
| Everything clumsy slow-motion |
| I look for the source |
| Buildings loom up like icebergs |
| On collision course |
| I don’t want to go in there |
| I just want to be alone |
| Unpick the stitches of time |
| In London |
| In 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 doorways |
| And mouthing cold air — |
| I have heard this |
| Fogwalking, fogwalking |
| Since the curfew |
| The streets are half-dead |
| All the good folk asleep in their beds |
| It’s so easy to go off the rails |
| When the fog spores |
| Are breeding inside by head |
| Fogwalking: there’s a presence that I sense |
| Fogwalking: the neck muscles tense |
| Fogwalking: it’s right here inside me |
| Try to find a defense — oh, no |
| Fogwalking through the wreckage |
| Fogwalking through the worm-eaten Night Apple |
| Fogwalking through what used to be |
| Whitechapel |