As this bitter little road stretches out to sea
The downy fog rolls over me
Embraces and protects me from the daggers that assail me
It makes the fall to grace less painful it seems
As I hear the whispering winds rattle through the Portland Stone
The fireplace calls from home
But that is not my home as the liquid rents and breaks me
It makes her safety seem all but guaranteed
As the sweet new silence breaks into the sound
I can hear the cry go all around
But the cry is growing dim as the stone proceeds to shame me
It makes the life look so much redder against the sea
I hold a hand against my heart
And stare out into the dark
I know hands are much more sharper than steel
And words break and hate and steel
You have nothing to fear my love
Nothing to fear it seems
As the Sea Fog envelopes me
