The Fog

Baby come down to the bottom of the stairs There's a reflection I want you to see Our history and loneliness has defeated our devices Lady come down, it's time to stop and stare There's a successor I want you to meet His misery and loneliness have exceeded expectations But still we fall down Look at the stars, they're getting younger Look at your pain, you're getting older Not feeling right but always hoping for more I'm gonna tumble to the center of the square There's a triangle I wanted to see The fog has cast a shadow homeward We're losing our direction So forget the whole thing Look at the stars, they're getting younger Look at your pain, you're getting older Not feeling right but always hoping for more --- The Fog - Biffy Clyro