Piano Magic — Shot Through The Fog lyrics

Lyrics

Breaking winter up by shooting numbers from the clock
The cat sleeps on the atlas in alsace lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds
on the wire
I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history
twice
In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs
— shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever i cared about
So you are lost somewhere in here — your body, a raft, spinning towards the
falls
Your death claimed me too — there were two throats in the noose but mine now
swallows whiskey, mine is not now bruised
The black mouth of this month, bruised lips, black ice, forms a sickly smile
across london’s sky