This fog, it is insane The greens and the grays Just like when I fell in love with the place The sun, it is shining The sin, it is great So we pray for rain How could we ever be so mean to the land that feeds? How far we've come, and just to see this great folly Now that we're in too deep to see, what does it mean? Uncertainty Rain How could we ever be so mean to the land that feeds? How far we've come, and just to see this great folly Now that we're in too deep to see, what does it mean? Uncertainty