You fall in love, you let him go. You know his past, now let it go.
And all his time was spent alone. A pent up fear has yet to blow.
Indifferent to the time at hand, time stood still for another chance.
Fell victim to the morning light.
The fog rose high and I close my eyes.
I close my eyes. The fog rose high and I close my eyes.
You held me high, don’t let me go. We spent some time, you’re all I know.
And all my fear begins to flow. We closed our eyes and begin to float.
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Photos taken by Luke Van Voorhis at Beacons Beach 10|29|12. Working title The Fog Rose High and captions inspired by Craft Spells’ song of same title.
