Crippling Haze.

Oh, I think I’ve been caught in a crippling haze.

Oh, to play an old card and throw it away

to this familiar sting on a tired grasp, heavy to move

but moving too fast.

Alone, in the crippling haze.

Oh, my crumbling wings tire from the strain.

and oh, they’ll shiver to dust ‘cause it’s always the same

familiar sting on a tired grasp, heavy to move

but moving too fast.

Alone, in the crippling haze.

Oh, so you thought you could change.

Oh, so you thought you’d forgotten this place.

Bare toes out on the wire.

Oh, so you thought you’d retire

alone, in the crippling haze.

Oh, to dig through the trench in this fallen brigade.

Oh, to stop twisting the wrench and throw it away

to this familiar sting on a tired grasp, heavy to move

but moving too fast.

Alone, in the crippling haze.