Letra Música Shot Through The Fog – Piano Magic
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
Piano Magic – Shot Through The Fog – Ouvir Música