The Fog; the fog (Song)

1.
I must have been quite blind.
Why did I never see
the beauty, blurred behind
these dirty, run down streets?

 

2.
Dressed in a misty veil,
they're arabic to me.
Now nobody could fail
to see their mystery.

 

Chorus:
The fog; the fog
paints everything so beautiful.
Its mist reveals an eery
impressionistic scene.

The fog; the fog;
its mist is almost mystical
turning the drab and dreary
day into a daydream.

 

3.
In the fog theres no flaws;
the world is mist perfumed.
Wrapped in a ghostly gauze
the streetlamp flowers bloom.

 

4.
In this land, charcoal drawn;
houses, smudged silhouettes;
mist swaddled and reborn;
lifes hard lines, I forget.

 

Chorus:
The fog; the fog
paints everything so beautiful.
Its mist reveals an eery
impressionistic scene.

The fog; the fog;
its mist is almost mystical
turning the drab and dreary
day into a daydream.