Permanent Fog from Weather Report by Hobsons Bay Coast Guard

This place is unfamiliar
Like the back of my hand
A vanishing persistence
The fool or the magician
This place is unfamiliar
I can’t see my hands
The air is full of wet teeth
Biting through me

Your house, your dreams
They don’t exist
Your art, your scene
It's only mist


Permanent fog
There is no God
Permanent fog
Everything is gone

Gone
Everything is gone
Everything is gone
Everything is gone
Everything is gone

This place is unfamiliar
I can’t see my hands
A vanishing resistance
A rope thrown in quicksand
this place is unfamiliar
I choke on the distance
The air is full of wet teeth
Howling at me

Your house, your dreams
They don’t exist
Your art, your scene
It's only mist

Permanent fog
There is no God
Permanent fog
Everything is gone

This place is unfamiliar
This place is unfamiliar

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