London Fog

Finger static in the blurred glass

Move the phantom limb and reach past

The shear

In a tongue I can't hear

Someone's holding him near

Huh-huh-huh

My dear

Can't see through the veneer

London fog in the mirror

Double vision in the silk screen

Keep them happy, run the routine

My dear

Every summer I can hear

Someone's calling me near

Mhm

My dear

Wind the hands past the gear

London fog in the mirror

Oh-oh

I've got to go home

I'll see what's waiting over the river

I want to come home

Oh-oh

I've got to go home

I'll see what's waiting over the river

I want to come home

I'm going home

I'm going home, oooh

I'm going home

I'm going home