Released under watchful skies
into a town I didn’t recognize
I was a tourist with no story
lost in this purgatory
Escaped the smell of chalk and shame
pledged a classroom in my name
The PTA won’t bless me
and the yearbook will a__ess me
I walked down these familiar streets
now filled with circus freaks
Your plans are as useful as a baby’s hand
There’s no planning in Shadow…
Shadowland (x9)
I chased you round the chimney stacks
the burnt earth pressed into our backs
It was so dark I just don’t know what I kissed
and I couldn’t even see what i missed
You walked me across freedom fields
my shadow was a forcefield
I want to float upon my memories
not sink into the gloaming seas of
Shadowland (x20)
Weight loss, first frost, valium, sink fast
Life coach, guru, I turn and I find you
