Toxic Shadows

Blackness sliding everywhere

you took the train to come undaunted

Cause it can't be late

Toxic shadows in the air

you find your own with a compulsion

Now It's too late

Tell me how'd you'd like to be

Then I'd listen and then I'd see

With nowhere left to go inside of you

Would you know what should be done lying, dying in the sun

Praying for the rising of the moon

I smell coal dust in your hair

You who bakes in A house of fire

with your feeling finger

Take my hard rock, put it there

Ooh babe just a little bit higher

I smell coal dust in your hair

You who bakes in A house of fire

with your feeling finger

Take my hard rock, put it there

Ooh babe just a little bit higher

Tell me you'd like to be

Then I'd listen and then I'd see

With no where left to go inside of you

Wouldn't you know what should be done

As you lay dying in the sun

The ragged crows close in the afternoon