Christmas Fog

There's a voice inside my head
It speaks of the road ahead
Of the black clouds I might see
And of the pain that I might feel

There's a needle in my brain
All thanks to Mr. Layne
It muddles the songs I hear
Down in a hole in fear.

Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...

Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?

Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.

There's a tune inside my ear
Dont drift in, just stay clear
Withering leaves tell me a tale
Of winters past and pale.

There's a ant inside my eye
Marching, making me cry
Blue and white, it struts around
She flies, I'm on the ground.

Trembling, holding the wheel so tight,
Red lights disappear down so far...

Colour my dreams today
Paint them red, coded grey
Holy smoke up in the air
Where am I? oh where?

Hear the sound man sing
From behind a riddled sky
Hold me, hand me a spike
High up, without a hike.

There's fog up on the terrace
A circle of friends in thought,
Silence heard and ghosts seen
In the fog on Christmas eve.

There's an angel in the air
I'm talking, I'm almost there
Her voice sounds like the breeze
Rustling in the trees............