A fog comes in the road

A fog comes in the road

You are on your phone

You are on your phone

A mist comes through the trees

Beckoning you and me

I must be asleep

I must be asleep.

It's like we've become distracted

We've become distracted

I'm two feet off the ground

I'm two feet off the ground

They're just skin and bone

They're just skin and bone.

I'm two feet off the ground

And I'm two feet off the ground

I think I'm asleep

I think I'm asleep

It's like we've become distracted

We've become distracted.

We couldn't make the mental leap

Couldn't make the mental leap

We're just skin and bone

We're just skin and bone

We're waiting for the lights to change

We're waiting for the lights to change.