Track 11 of the album Halfway Home · 2019
Fog Lifts at Seven
by Zuri Bell
“Fog so thick you cannot see the corner, and somehow that is calming. The dance-pop beat arrives like sunrise.”
dance-pop · dreamy dance-pop · 2000s pop · 3:23
Lyrics
Fog on the window, soft as a sheet Cannot see the corner, cannot see the street Kettle's on the hum, I'm in my socks Whole world's whispering, hush, hush, hush Wait for it, wait for it Something's glowing through the grey Fog lifts at seven, here comes the gold Rooftops are shining, stories unfold Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Every little cloud is a gift Fog lifts at seven, I'm dancing slow Sunshine is coming, and I know Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Morning is a gift Bicycle bells ring from out of nowhere Bakery smell floating on the air Neighbours are ghosts in their coats and their scarves Waving at shadows, laughing out loud Wait for it, wait for it Something's glowing through the grey Fog lifts at seven, here comes the gold Rooftops are shining, stories unfold Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Every little cloud is a gift Fog lifts at seven, I'm dancing slow Sunshine is coming, and I know Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Morning is a gift Not every day starts clear Some days start soft and slow But look how the light comes near Warming up the road below Call it out, I'm here, I'm here Call it back, hello, hello Fog lifts at seven, here comes the gold Rooftops are shining, stories unfold Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Every little cloud is a gift Fog lifts at seven, I'm dancing slow Sunshine is coming, and I know Oh-oh, let it lift, let it lift Morning is a gift Fog lifts at seven Hello, hello, gold