Shadows - Peggy Sue

The grey makes you sick

Colour of things gone

Stretched out like a shadow

Stretched out like a shadow

The bed holds your shape

Tempts you back to

Stretched out like your shadow

Stretched out like your shadow

Come away from the window

I’m afraid of what you’ll see

Leave what the future holds to be

Happy holding me

Come away from the window

I’m afraid of what you’ll see

Leave what the future holds to be

Happy holding me

The night holds his scent

It tempts you back to

Stretched out like his shadow

Stretched out like his shadow

Not afraid of the dark

But of things I do not see

Stretched out in his shadow

Stretched out in his shadow

Come away from the window

I’m afraid of what you’ll see

Leave what the future holds to be

Happy holding me

Come away from the window

I’m afraid of what you’ll see

Leave what the future holds to be

Happy holding me

When I grow old I’ll go back to the sea

Ten thousand watery hands rise to greet me

The water, carry my way to windswept arms

The constant friend, carry on

On

Carry on