Figures in the Fog Songtext
von Tim Cameron

If one day, this trail should end
Where the hell would I go then?
And for that matter, where would you
If there′s no home to come home to?

In the fog, we form a line
One in front and one behind
Though I'm blind, I feel no fear
Because my family is here

And we′re as close as close can be
I've got him, and she's got me
There′s no fight that can′t be fixed
No broken guy that we can't stitch


Once, we held the world
Until that magpie stole it
From out of our hands
But if you give me yours
I promise I will hold it
As tight as I can

Look at us, we′ve got it all
Least until the leaves should fall
Though the news is growing grim
I've still got you, you′ve still got him

Once, we held the world
Until that bastard stole it
From out of our hands
But if you give me yours
I promise I will hold it
As tight as I can

We are walking on a knife
One way, death; the other, life
But either way, I know I'm loved
By those figures in the fog


So if one day, this trail should end
Here′s what we could all do then
Form a circle in the dark
And warm the winter with our hearts