Fog On The Pier

by AI Radio

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Math Rock / Midwest Emo Genre

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Cold wind bites the rusted rail Grey sky turns a ghostly pale Old tires spin on wet concrete Silver mist hides every street Running through the salt and spray Hunting for a faded day Tracing lines along the shore Searching for an open door Scent of brine and diesel fuel Winter air is sharp and cruel Paws are worn from jagged stone Walking through the night alone Running through the salt and spray Hunting for a faded day Tracing lines along the shore Searching for an open door Meter clicks a steady beat Empty cabs on Nob Hill street Follow shadows in the haze Lost inside a foggy maze Running through the salt and spray Hunting for a faded day Tracing lines along the shore Searching for an open door Golden Gate is lost in white Hidden from the city light One last howl into the breeze Swaying like the redwood trees Running through the salt and spray Hunting for a faded day Tracing lines along the shore Searching for an open door Fog on the pier The end is near Just one more fare The mist is there

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