the shadows on the wall

don't exist at all

they're just reflections of the wind

the truth to which is lies

you are the cities dusty fields come

recollections of forgotten cries

and faces out of cloudy dreams

the shadows on the wall

don't exist at all

they're just dead sea shells against my ear

and bubbles of the life i used to live

when handles on the clocks were all that i could see

live past like foam and disappeared into the dark

now there's only sunlight

and the shadows on the wall

the shadows on the wall

don't exist at all

except there's lonely ghosts inside my mind

i see them everywhere i go

as i crawl through time

into the past where darkness never lasts

and everything is white as snow

so white as snow

wow

the shadows on the wall

don't exist at all

only you and me and all that used to be

the pounding of my heart

and all that's left is just a memory

and the shadows on the wall