Kara
Miscellaneous
The Fog
Here in this town, they have all got the blues
As the paper boy takes off without any news.
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
The cornerstore drugs you can freely abuse.
And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause baby you're driving me crazy.
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old.
Career opportunities, they all have been sold,
Along with your body, and most of your soul.
And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause baby you're driving me crazy.
If I could spare more remorse for my emptied out pause, I would maybe...
'Cause the fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building, it's going to last.
And it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find
There's days that I think I am losing my mind.
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
The realists are frowning,
They think you're obscene
As you work over-time to make sure they can dream.
And I'm yelling and screaming 'cause baby you're driving me crazy.
If I could spare more remorse for my emptied out pause, I would maybe...
'Cause the fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building, it's going to last.
And it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find
There's days that I think I am losing my mind.
And we yell, and we scream as the
The fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building, it's going to last.
And it's so hard to see, and you're so hard to find
There's days that I think I am losing my mind.
(repeat)