Its the haze of talking all around
The slow moving of the train and a push against your back
In the streets where the sun never shines
And the clouds touch the ground

Where all you wish is to get up
But you keep falling down
Fog's in your head
And mist films your eyes

The constant buzzing in your ears
The smell of rotten beer
Puffs of smoke dance about
The ache of your feet upon the ground

Open the door to your twelve by four
And it feels so frightening
Vision starts whitening

The silence is so loud
When your head isn't in the clouds