My shadow doesn’t know shine It kills the light beside idol It’s neverending state line It strikes the road kind of the iron
I cast it long on a day It’s drawing all blinds like invisible rain All summer days in a row Being a soldier means “doing” a war
Sounds lounge around angels Sun is for the prime-time view The rainclouds are fragile Good argument to break them through Sounds lounge around angels I know that I’m able to cross the blue