The Old Ceremony
Shadows
Innocent, I am innocentStill I see her face before meAnonymous voices on the busEcho in my my hollow heartBetween the raindropsThrough the treetopsWhispers sharp as nailsAlways seeing shadows on my trailHalf awake out on the fire escapeWhere she stepped out for air one nightArguments woke up the neighbors thenShe disappeared into thick airBetween the raindropsThrough the treetopsWhispers sharp as nailsAlways seeing, always seeing...Always seeing shadows on my trail
From Letras Mania