When you run upon the leaves A silvertail along the breeze Streetlights melt And drown the dark That paints the street That paints you in Shadowing, shadowing. In the shadows (hopin'?) race the light into a new moon strangers now and strangers soon rise anew the evening breeze rise and take these candy coloured sheets
shadowing, shadowing in the shadows (hopin'?) drifting through a gated home windshade up shouldered tongue shops -- shops are closed storefront pain floating on better shape in the shadowing of the back streets of the background of the back streets of the background of the back streets of the background