Shadows of the City - text

Oh the streets are bleeding out
for a real dream that's not filled with unmarked bills
When the moon turns its back
to let off steam you're faced with a cold chill
There's a bird at the window,
smoke in it's eye, singing off key
There's a wounded girl with
her heart-shaped shoe
in the shadows

In the shadows
In the shadows
Of the city
In the shadows
Of the city

Well the trains are half empty
with faces that try to break off their chains
Bound by the sound of the screaming dawn
that is all their name
There's a madman throwing stones
at the streetlight
coming through a torn out shade
There's a small river by the fallen tree
in the shadows

In the shadows
In the shadows
Of the city
In the shadows
Of the city

You can feel the air breathing down
your neck like a ghost standing by your side
Flashing white teeth
by the silent road he's looking for a place to hide
Rain-cold woman with a knife in her hand
and a shovel on the grassy ground
Catch a left eye you can hear
the sound of the shadows

In the shadows
In the shadows
Of the city
In the shadows
Of the city

Yeahhhhhhhh

In the shadows

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