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