The Fog - Moonface, Spencer Krug

He dreams that Neptune is a prophet and Jupiter, a healer

And so wakes up thinking they are more than stones

And he cannot tell the difference between a heartbeat and a wave

He has a bad, bad sense of time

And she’s a queen, she gives beyond her means

Too pure to see through his raggedy disguise

She cannot tell the difference between a photograph of lovers on a beach

And a man in rags and feathers in the trees

She says, «Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time»

He says, «Don't love me to death and I won’t love you to death»

She says, «I won’t love you to death if you don’t love me to death»

He says, «I won’t tie the blindfold quite so tight this time»

And then he takes her by the elbow, back down towards the sea

Where they become two very old and senile sailors

Going in and going out, and going in and going out

And going in and going out of the fog

Going in and going out again

Going in and going out again

Going in and going out again

And going in and going out, and going in and going out

And going in and going out again

Going in and going out again

And going in and going out, and going in and going out

And going in and going out again of the fog