The Sun and the Fog

Duration

3:53

Genres

Modern Rock

Lyrics

He sits alone on his bed as he slowly loses motivation. Staring blankly ahead, he finds not the strength to create what he hopes to see. Call yourself a man while you become what you claim to hate. We've done what we can just to appease this small beast who's found his fate. The sun befriended the fog as her rays swam through his silver lining. I couldn't help but find it odd that her morals had been so disturbed...to involve herself with the type of folk who come down to Earth, (but only when things get too heavy) only to later spill their remains on the very soil that the sun has so graciously cared for. Call yourself a man while you become what you claim to hate. We can't understand how you could shamefully burn the gate leading to a better understanding of all our pain, then easily try to claim that we were the ones who held the flame. And now this gate's just a pile of ashes. You're so persistent with all of your matches. We've got our vices and our surprises. You'll go to her if she's what entices.