Foghorn - Odette

A foghorn\nBellows in the early hours of the morning\nIt’s the day of\nThe twenty-fifth of September\nWhat are you afraid of?\nDelicately pulling and prying at the seams\nOf your lounge chair\nNervously noticing your anticipation\nLavender by the window sill\nHaven’t you heard you get nothing done by sitting still?\nOh, I know the words whispered on the winds say «stop»\nBut you can’t\nYou just can’t\nMercury poisoning the water supply\nOne drop of it and all your people will surely die\nYou must walk to the wake of your daughter\nYou must wake to the wails of her mother\nYou must talk of the tales of her father\nYou must falter in your step by the water\nYou must falter in your step by the water\nYou must\nA foghorn bellows\nOh, pierce me awake\nPierce me awake\nOh, a foghorn bellows\nOh, pierce me awake\nPierce me awake\nA foghorn bellows\nOh, pierce me awake\nPierce me awake\nOh, a foghorn bellows\nPierce me awake\nPierce me awake\nPierce me awake