[Intro]
Mist on the morning, soft and slow.
[Verse]
Crowded street, I drift away,
Faces glow but I fade to gray.
Pulse is a drum that never lands,
I'm here, but not held by anyone's hands.
[Chorus]
In this warm fog, I feel alone,
A ship ashore but I'm not home.
Summer light, but the distance grows,
Feeling adrift where the city glows.
[Bridge]
If you call my name, would I hear?
Or just the echo of a whispered fear?
[Outro]
Fog folds the morning into me.
