Lyrics Shadows of the City (OurVinyl Sessions) - Marcus Foster, OurVinyl

Shadows of the City (OurVinyl Sessions)

Well the streets are bleeding out for a real dream that’s not filled with
unmarked bills
When the moon turns it’s back to let off steam your faced with a cold chill
There’s a bird at the window with smoke in his lungs singing off key.
There’s a wounded girl with a heart shaped shoe in the shadow, in the shadow,
In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city
Well the trains are half empty with the faces that try to break off their chains
Bound by the sound of a screaming dog that has all the names, all the names
There’s a mad man throwing stones at the streetlights cutting through the torn
out shade
There’s a small yellow ribbon by the fallen tree in the shadows, in the shadows
In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city
You can feel the air breathing down
Your neck like a ghost step by your side
A flash of white teeth by the side of the road is looking for a place to hide
Raincoat woman with a knife in her hand and a shovel on the grassy ground
If you catch her left eye you can hear the sound of the shadows in the shadows
In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city
In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city