It's the smell of hot summertime trash
It's the city noise of a busy street
It's a train derailed and two car head-on freeway crash each time we meet
"And if it comes as some sort of surprise," she said
"That I seem so composed
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes," she said
"Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"
Shadow am I!
A question of a person, no said reply
Wolf am I!
And shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by
Shadow am I, or like a
Wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks
Wolf am I, and shadow
She was graceful and green as a stem
But I walk heavy on delicate ground
(Oh, there I go, showing off again
Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down!
And there I go again, to the next further removed level
Of that same exact feigned humility!)
(And this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea)
Shadow am I!
Like a suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied
Wolf am I!
(No, "shadow" I think is better
As I'm not something
More like the absence of something)
So shadow am I!
The whole material world seems to me
Like a newspaper headline
It explicitly demands your attention
And it may even contain some truth
But what's really going on here?
One day the water's going to wash it away
One day the water's going to wash it away
One day the water's going to wash it away
And on that day
One day the water's going to wash it away
One day the water's going to wash it away
One day the water's going to wash it away
Nothing clever to say
One day
Nothing else to say