Fog/Gods

How the fog lifts the road How the montage of all we towed disappears Where did you come from Where will you come from When will gods sing When will angels take their bows When the bars start to close We will float on by all our woes free of fear Where will you come from When will we be the gods singing Showering Listening Loving Going to the beach Oh how I love the beach Oh how I love the trees Oh how I love the sea Oh how I love the leaves Oh how I love oh how I love the breeze Where did you come from Where will you come from When will gods sing When will angels take their bows and let gods sing Does anything really matter anyway While we're here it does While we're here it has to While we're here it does