Lyrics - Fogwalking by Hammill Peter

Everything clumsy slow-motion,
I look for the source.
Buildings loom up like icebergson collision course.
I don't want to go in there,
I just want to be alone,unpick the stitches of timein
Londonin the no-go zone.
I've been kicking around like a dog,lost myself in the blank mass of fog,it's some kind of service.
All humanity's fall-out is there,slumped in doorwaysand mouthing cold air -
I have heard this.
Fogwalking, fogwalking.
Since the curfewthe streets are half-dead,all the good folk asleep in their beds,it's so easy to go off the railswhen the fog sporesare breeding inside by head.
Fogwalking: there's a presence that
I sense
Fogwalking: the neck muscles tense
Fogwalking: it's right here inside me,try to find a defense - oh, no.
Fogwalking through the wreckage,fogwalking through the worm-eaten
Night
Apple,fogwalking through what used to be
Whitechapel.

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