Foggy Daylight
​Words & Music: Patrick Chng

Marking time in an endless stream of chores
The girl is ill and her voice is getting hoarse
Waiting for her boss
 
Children playing in the corridor
The old man steps on a toy and falls
No one hears his call
 
This foggy daylight
Some walk some crawl
This burning conscience
Let blind gain sight
This foggy sunshine is all that we share
 
Factory churns and chemical emit
The sky is green but no one seem to learn
We are what we burn
 
The girl told that she cannot go, not yet
The boss is late
But is really dead
The maid found him that way
 
This foggy daylight
Some walk some crawl
This burning conscience
Let blind gain sight
This foggy sunshine is all that we share
 
Factory's closed
You can go home
The old man's gone
But should we mourn?

This foggy daylight
Some walk some crawl
This burning conscience
Let blind gain sight
This foggy sunshine is all that we share
​All that we share