Fogwalking — текст песни (hammill peter)

Everything clumsy slow-motion,
I look for the source.
Buildings loom up like icebergs
on collision course.
I don`t want to go in there,
I just want to be alone,
unpick the stitches of time
in London
in 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 doorways
and mouthing cold air -
I have heard this.
Fogwalking, fogwalking.
Since the curfew
the streets are half-dead,
all the good folk asleep in their beds,
it`s so easy to go off the rails
when the fog spores
are 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.