Plan Foggy Days
Foggy days were fine days
What's there to see clear
Foggy days were fine days
What's now to see clear
I saw through myself
Now I'm done
Crazy nights were fine nights
What's there to be sane
Crazy nights they were fine nights
What's now to be sane I saw through myself
Now I'm dead
I'm losing distance
I can't play along no more
I'm losing distance
Now I'm dead
Now I'm done
