Marcus Foster - Shadows Of The City Lyrics
Oh the streets bleeding out for a real dream that’s not filled with unmarked billsWhen the moon turns its back to let off steam you’re faced with a cold chillThere’s a bird at the window, smoke in it’s eye, singing off keyThere’s a wounded girl with her heart shaped shoe in the shadowsIn the shadowsIn the shadowsOf the cityIn the shadowsOf the cityWell the trains are half empty with faces that try to break off their chainsBound by the sound of the screaming dawn that is all their nameThere’s a madman throwing stones at the streetlight coming through a torn out shadeThere’s a small river by the fallen tree in the shadowsIn the shadowsIn the shadowsOf the cityIn the shadowsOf the cityYou can feel the air breathing down your neck like a ghost standing by your sideFlashing white teeth by the silent road he’s looking for a place to hideRain cold woman with a knife in her hand and a shovel on the grassy groundCatch a left eye you can hear the sound of the shadowsIn the shadowsIn the shadowsOf the cityIn the shadowsOf the cityYeahhhhhhhhIn the shadows
