Fingers in the Fog

Sunlight leans across the floor

Trace the outline of the door

Leaving everything behind (humm)

And the cold wind starts to blow

Where the quiet rivers flow

Oh, let the light break in

Where the dark has always been

Hold the weight of what we lost No matter what the cost (ahhhh)

Dust is settling on the glass

Watch the heavy shadows pass

We are more than what we keep

Let the light

break

in