Winter Fog Map

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk / Gritty Revival Genre

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You stand beneath the canal stone Cold wind chills you to the bone Winter fog hides every street Frozen mud clings to your feet Read the map from eighty two Paper faded, gray and blue Follow lines of ink and grit Wait for all the sparks to hit Like a seed in winter sleep Secrets that the rootlets keep Sputter of a distant train Black water and salted rain Read the map from eighty two Paper faded, gray and blue Follow lines of ink and grit Wait for all the sparks to hit Syllables of Latin names Mossy walls and iron frames You trace a route you cannot find Leaving all the world behind Read the map from eighty two Paper faded, gray and blue Follow lines of ink and grit Wait for all the sparks to hit Tender warmth in shivering hands Strangers in these lonely lands Patient as a slow growing vine Crossing over every line Steel and steam and heavy air Dampness in your tangled hair Breathe the scent of wet brown clay Wait until the break of day Saturated preamp glow Watch the heavy river flow Sooty brick and rusted wire Burning with a hidden fire Read the map from eighty two Paper faded, gray and blue Follow lines of ink and grit Wait for all the sparks to hit Sift the soil. Read the map. (Clap, clap) Sift the soil.

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