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 Wrapped in plastic from the outside to in I don't even know where to begin Is this the ending or where it begins? So. There it is