Tables Have Turned

My feed is blowing up but I'm offline
The night is bathed in blue and red
And the fog is thick as ever
My fingers are practically freezing
Anyone on the same wavelength knows the drill
Why try to run away from this chill

Surrender to the sound that is so real
And do what your heart desires to feel
You say you've forgotten me
But that's not what your heart is saying
Your eyes met mine in the dark
And the tables have turned