Fog - Options

The right time to unwind

Yeah, that’s fine — paralyzed

Can’t decide, comes the night

Stretched out, or keep it tight

Can’t take my eye off of

So awful and open wide

When light feels like a trap

Teeth bared and canonized

So what’s the point?

and what’s the deal?

It doesn’t matter, nothing really matters at all

I know I would go home if I knew where it was for sure

If i knew what it was