Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs
Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom
Everyone has their idol, there will always be a story to tell
The search goes on, a balance in the final say
When youre lost in folly, out of luck in the worst way
Love is a fog, and you stumble every step you make
The dust of daylight, holds you down and makes you wait
Love is a fog and you stumble every step you make
There will be words and fault lines to fill the hours of the day
There are ways to buy trouble, but a bail bondsman finds friends in jail
Time to leave now, time to packup all that youre leaving
Your concious here, but you'll be just, just the same
Love is a fog and you stumble every step you make