In the shadows of my conscience I am not this dull
I am sharp and witty and I never miss a beat
But I stumble, speak and then my mind's a mystery
Though I know it pays no mind at
Though I know it pays no mind at all
Shadows of the afternoon unite and bleed into dark
It happens so we hardly notice any change
To think the world has always looked this way can weaken
The shift unmakes me quickly, but I know it's not too late
Look at me at night and then
Again when day lights up my face
Though I know it pays no mind at
Though I know it pays no mind at all
Though I know it pays no mind at all