Misty as the Morning Songtext
von Art of Fighting

Hey, any single moment of the day
Doesn′t take no poetry to say
OK, I need you

A fact's a fact, just let it in
Come on let the end begin
A fact′s a fact, just let it in
Come on let the end begin

Hey, misty as the morning, that's your way
Trapped inside some complicated fate
Too late to hear you

A fact's a fact, just let it in
So come on let the end begin
A fact′s a fact, just let it in
Come on let the end begin
End
End


We′ve become the victims of our own creation
Crying 'til we′re all red rose
Under the winter's clothes
Noone knows
I can never reach you, you′ve been disconnected
Lost upon the ancient breeze
Watching your future freeze
By degrees

And when a look in your eyes that I never have seen
And it calls me to trial over time and in means
It's closer to gone, further than been
Nobody, nowhere or somewhere between
Still I feel it again, it′s a strange kind of love
It comes from the side, from the front, from above
If it's hell that you feel, it's torture to see
I′m begging you, don′t go misty on me
I'm begging you, don′t go misty on me

A fact's a fact, just let it in
So come on let the end begin
A fact′s a fact, just let it in
So come on let the end begin