Shot Through the Fog
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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
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Song Details
- Duration
- 10:48
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 123 BPM