Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows taking everybody's place

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Paris was a young man he wore his hair up in a trick

He quit the house made of roses and rose flavored spit

Paris with a dagger on his mind and romance in his hand

Tough and hard in the yard now nothing but a stranger in a strange land

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows taking everybody's place

Shadows on the wall

Shadows in the depth of his face

Socrates in swaying the youth away

Branches thick with heat and syrupy decay

Picks up a book commands him to read

The part where he kisses him on the roof

Breaking dawn woe be gone hit the dope

And hope they become pure and aloof

Paris glittering in the war forced to compete

They all tried to bully him buy him score it for cheap

Hungry boy he's a wolf falls down and bricks a sheep

Says you're gold for a moment but gold

Isn't anything you can keep

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face

Shadows on the wall

Shadows taking everybody's place

Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the depth of his face