Shadows Reprise from Shadows by museumoforder

Shades of six o’clock
Cicadas tick in time
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

She turns to face the remains of the day
Then she turns to look away
She cries when she is with him
She cries when she is on her own

And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But where the hell to go?

And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

The blue-carpet sea laps the land
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But, where the hell to go?
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

The blue-carpet sea laps the land
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself

She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But, where the hell to go?
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself

• Alternative
• gothic
• gothicfolk
• new wave
• post-punk
• Melbourne