The Fog from Northern Ground by Zoe Eliza

Push the chair up to the door
Your words became silence
When the storm became a law
And i'll watch in shades of grey and green
chasing shadows back to where the light has been

And the fog rolls in
won't you let me in,
Won't you let me in
won't you let me in

For the night she has a secret from her
original hell
she's crawling from the shadows of her
sunlight den
Oh, she'll never tell,
Oh, she'll never tell
Just get her drunk
And she will tell

And the fog rolls in
won't you let me in,
Won't you let me in
won't you let me in

Oh, the night she has a secret from her
original hell
she's crawling from the shadows of her
sunlight den
Oh, she'll never tell,
Oh, she'll never tell

Just get her drunk
And she will tell

And the fog rolls in
won't you let me in,
Won't you let me in
won't you let me in

Push the chair up to the door
Your words became silence when the storm became a law

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow