There will be time to face all the faces that you’re meeting,
Re-create, love is late, stylish heart is beating,
Yellow fog bites its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Down the drain, in the mud, your machine is grating.

The women pace back and forth in the rain that’s bleeding
Out the door, on the floor, dance to rhythm that’s leading
You to fate, you to hate, you to love that’s burning up,
Fire inside, out your eyes, you didn’t know that you could see this way.

And I don’t know if this is really really right, right now,
But it feels okay,
And there is really nothing else that I’d rather do except
Wait inside the chambers of the sea,
Within the yellow fog, I’ll be
Thinking of you and me
Thinking of you and me.

Late for work, late for days, late for spring to kick in,
Time for you, time for me, time for indecision
Pick up the phone, put it down, all these visions and revisions
Are just a fad, it’ll pass, light will come out screaming

I don’t know if this is really really good for me,
But it feels okay,
And there is really no where else that I’d rather be except
Down inside the chambers of the sea,
Within the yellow fog, I’ll be,
Thinking of you and me
Thinking of you and me.

The first flowers awoke, then flung,
from golden faces to the buried sun,
whispered can you hear the sound of worn-out marching drums.

My site was darkened by the shaking ground,
I turned to look but there was no one around.
These things don’t happen with a warning cut in stone.

Stand still, I will,
My eyes will fight, for dreams to take flight,
Beyond the night and day,
Beyond the night and day.

When winter hums her tune, the heart of man
chooses not to listen even though he will regret
the way the water freezes over with his debt.

And we know these cities might change and fall,
but it’s nice to know that love could be so tall
and burst in the sky all at once.

Stand still, I will,
My eyes will fight, for dreams to take flight,
Beyond the night and day,
Beyond the night and day.

Beyond the night