Shadows
the coarse and white colored ski
it blends with the state you're i
and the wetness of your eye
against a sun that clouds blin
you ain't saying nothing that i don't already kno
when you say love's dimming light won't shine on tomorro
chalk white apartment wall
surfaces my every fla
and the naked and still in her
it brings some real life into clea
you ain't doing nothing that i don't already kno
when you hide your sorry head in pillow
you fake a strained, sort of gri
that matches the shape you're i
and accept any lies are trut
after the long year that we've been throug
you ain't doing nothing that i don't already kno
when you say life takes turns like fiery shadows