Shadow Boy Songtext
von Karl Hyde
Shadow Boy Songtext
I suck the light out of the world
I ride a train into the sun
Shadow boy rides a bike like a missile
Life erupts all around us
I lost my confidence
To write these words to you
When opinions turn to poison
I watch the world through broken windows
Words slip through my lips
And fall broken
The iron bones of industry
Stand proud in the sun
The weeds and all the dirt looks beautiful
Feeling brand new
Polished to perfection
I lost my confidence
To write these words to you
When opinions turn to poison
I watch the world through broken windows
Words slip through my lips
And fall broken
Hey, I′m walking to the beat of a broken stick
Hey, to the music of wine and electric trains
And they're sparking beneath the earth
Beneath the bones of cranes
That dangle chains above the heads
Of t-shirt drifters
Broken eyes of factories of Stafford generations at the rails
The rails have carried generations of
Brown-haired staring at the papers
As roofers perch on top of buildings looking
Down at all of us like day-glow birds
Shave their heads
Running constant commentary
Where dereliction used to fester
Where the coffee bars spread like weeds
And weak lights flicker in tunnels
As we slide in, right in
The dirty holes
That hold on to all my dreams
I ride a train into the sun
Shadow boy rides a bike like a missile
Life erupts all around us
I lost my confidence
To write these words to you
When opinions turn to poison
I watch the world through broken windows
Words slip through my lips
And fall broken
The iron bones of industry
Stand proud in the sun
The weeds and all the dirt looks beautiful
Feeling brand new
Polished to perfection
I lost my confidence
To write these words to you
When opinions turn to poison
I watch the world through broken windows
Words slip through my lips
And fall broken
Hey, I′m walking to the beat of a broken stick
Hey, to the music of wine and electric trains
And they're sparking beneath the earth
Beneath the bones of cranes
That dangle chains above the heads
Of t-shirt drifters
Broken eyes of factories of Stafford generations at the rails
The rails have carried generations of
Brown-haired staring at the papers
As roofers perch on top of buildings looking
Down at all of us like day-glow birds
Shave their heads
Running constant commentary
Where dereliction used to fester
Where the coffee bars spread like weeds
And weak lights flicker in tunnels
As we slide in, right in
The dirty holes
That hold on to all my dreams
Writer(s): Karl Hyde, Leo Matthew Kelvin Abrahams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

