hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs
show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom
everyone has their idol, there will always be a story to tell
the search goes on, a balance in the final say
when youre lost in folly, out of luck in the worst way
love is a fog, and you stumble every step you make
the dust of daylight, holds you down and makes you wait
love is a fog and you stumble every step you make
there will be words and fault lines to fill the hours of the day
there are ways to buy trouble, but a bail bondsman finds friends in
jail
time to leave now, time to packup all that youre leaving
your concious here, but you'll be just, just the same
love is a fog and you stumble every step you make
