The Mist - Silver Apples

Here comes the fog

Here comes the rain

Here comes the mist

Here comes the rain again

The body is thick

The grass is damp

The roaches are back

The mountains creek

Too dark

Protected from danger

From death

Here comes the fog

Here comes the rain

Here comes the mist

Here comes the rain again

Here comes the fog

Here comes the rain

Here comes the mist

Here comes the rain again

The air is still

The light is dim

The future’s grim

Blood rains chill

As it swamps down

Like creeps of misery

Like hells and hurricanes

Here comes the fog

Here comes the rain

Here comes the mist

Here comes the rain again