Foggy Days - The Plan

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