The Fog

Living with an old soul All my memories take their toll Maybe I walked these streets a hundred years ago Buildings with their own souls Gold leaf vacancies, one way roads Maybe I left a piece of my heart Maybe it's better when we're apart I mark pain with a memory But they always bring me back Mark Twain like a reverie Born in the summer but cold like slumber Heart break for the buried High stakes to be carried Wading through the mist Can't let it end like this Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog I stumble through the unknown Waves of grief to show I'm grown But I'm only drowning in the place that once was home Fog follows the haunted I swear to god I saw them Maybe I'm lost reminiscing On a city I've been missing I mark pain with a memory But they always bring me back Mark Twain like a reverie Born in the summer but cold like slumber Heart break for the buried High stakes to be carried Wading through the mist Can't let it end like this Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog If I forget the neighborhoods I'll make my way back to you If I forget the streets I grew I'll make my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way back to you If I forget the neighborhoods I'll make my way back to you If I forget the streets I grew I'll make my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog Ahhhh ahh ahh ahh I'll find my way through the fog If I forget the neighborhoods I'll make my way back to you If I forget the streets I grew I'll make my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way back to you Water me to grow, to grow anew I'm making my way back to you