Moin!

Ian Bruce


BLACK FOG
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The doctor must think it's out of his hands.
Is that why I'm here?
Does he say there's nothing wrong with me?
Well there is ... you see.

I'm longing to travel - I'm frightened to fly.
I'm too far from help when I'm up in the sky.
I cower from ambition, my yearning to roam.
I feel a little safer when I'm locked in my home.

I'm frightened of failure, I'm scared of success.
I'm somewhere in the middle and my mind is a mess.
Sometimes I get dizzy; I'm gonna fall off my feet.
Some times I'm so scared I'm gonna die in the street.

CHORUS:
Don't sit alone in Black Fog,
Seek the sunshine that's waiting for you.
Relax, forget, ah, so easy to say, I know.
But you, you won't always be feeling this way.
Have faith in yourself!


You're being overwhelmed by your phobias.
You have a fear of the fear.
You're not going mad, you're not physically ill.
You're not going to die and we'll wean you off pills.
We'll lift that fog so you'll clearly see.
So have faith in yourself and have trust in me.

CHORUS


But I take palpitations and I tighten with fright.
You say it won't kill me,
But I still think it might.
I panic and I pace and I phone for the quack.
Because I am so scared of that heart attack.

CHORUS
Mit freundlichen Grüßen
Lars