fog

Rolling in from the hills [Instrumental] Misty-air shields the night-sky. Black's and whites and invisible Streetlights, the fog has come tonight. Medians on freeways, littered with bumpers. With car-alarms buzzing, making their racket. Nobody can see a thing, nobody can see the pain. Nobody can hear the pain, from the screams, shielded by mist. Misty-air shields the night-sky. Black's and whites and invisible Streetlights, the fog has come tonight. Medians on freeways, littered with bumpers. With car-alarms buzzing, making their racket. Nobody can see a thing, nobody can see the pain. Nobody can hear the pain, from the screams, shielded by the mist. Medians on freeways, littered with bumpers. With car-alarms buzzing, making their racket. Nobody can see a thing, nobody can see the pain. Nobody can hear the pain, from the screams, shielded by mist. Fog won't clear, so high, the beams are on now. They don't understand, people just cannot see how The fog reflects the light and shoots it back. Blinding. Impossible to see what's in front - [Instrumental] [Instrumental] Nobody can see a thing Nobody can see the pain Nobody can hear the pain From the screams shielded by mist Nobody can see a thing Nobody can see the pain Nobody can hear the pain From the screams shielded by mist Nobody can see a thing Nobody can see the pain Nobody can hear the pain From the screams shielded by mist Nobody can see a thing Nobody can see the pain Nobody can hear the pain From the screams shielded by the mist [END] [END]