Shadowland

Mmm

I came to see the flower stand
The vegetables, the cigarettes
The subway station bucket man
And the headphones and the heat
And I though that I might try again
The living and the breathing
But the living and the breathing don't come easy
Mmm

I used to be a waste of time
An empty bottle lying down
A trapdoor with the latches gone
Hanging by a hinge
Now I guess I'm something else
A raven on an overpass
A wanderer, a silver ghost
A beacon

Before I saw it everywhere
The car windows, the guarded stare
The hollow eyes, the hunted fear
I had to look away
And I thought that I might lose my breath
The living and the coming death
The living and the aftermath
The fade

And I used to be a waste of time
A burning match lit underground
A figure in the shadowland
A feather in a cage
And now I hope I'm something else
A blinding flash, a fragment spell
A bird released from some old bell
Escaping