Track 6 of the album The Long Thaw · 2018
The Fog Has Not Yet Learned Our Names
“A pearl-grey window and lamp posts blurred into candle flames. The most impressionist song I have written.”
art song · impressionist · art song · 4:09
Lyrics
The window wears a pearl-grey veil The lamp posts blur to candle flames I stand with tea gone lukewarm now And listen for the street's soft names The bridge is gone, the river too The church bell rings from nowhere near A bicycle goes whispering by And no one's face is ever clear The fog has not yet learned our names It wraps the morning in its sleeve Everything I know is hidden Everything I love I have to believe Oh, let it linger, let it stay The world is small and soft today A neighbour's coat, a passing cough A gate that clicks and swings away We are all footsteps in the white Each one a quiet word to say And somewhere past the silver wall The sun is warming up the stone Patient as a held-back song It will not leave us all alone The fog has not yet learned our names It wraps the morning in its sleeve Everything I know is hidden Everything I love I have to believe Oh, let it linger, let it stay The world is small and soft today Soft and small and grey and kind The world is small and soft today