Tom Hay's Fox
Robert Wyatt
Bring out your foghorns
The mist has descended
The alley's never been blinder
What light there is
Is too diffused
To indicate any direction
What light there is
Tells us nothing
Bring out your foghorns
The mist has descended
The alley's never been blinder
What light there is
Is too diffused
To indicate any direction
What light there is
Tells us nothing