Fogwalking Lyrics - Singles - 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.