Shifting Shadows Songtext
von Floodlights

The great dark raps the sun so hard
Cold wind stiffens my joints
Cylinders sit silent, oil cries to depletion
And it′s me, and only me who can stop the weeping

Gambled footwork favours my side
And takes me straight to where the barflies hover
My body aches, and my mind, it flickers
Like a TV with an antenna problem


The kitchen's shut, only warm cans
And the room never touched by a sanitary hand
But in the corner lays a weathered old card
With a word I′ve longed for more than anything this far

But my self pity bewildered me
A lucky strike
Fortune got a hold of me
I threw my fate into the dark
And it landed in a stranger's hands
The cast of a shadow
Is dependent on where I stand