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