Piano Magic - Shot Through the Fog lyrics

Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long gra** and birds on the wire I have memories no deeper than this gla** 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 d**h 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