Its My Shadow

Who is that upon the stairs acting like he dont know where and who is laying down all the cards and giving me the wrong things to say and like a wheel on the table
Hes a Cain to my
Abel: Oh. ....its my shadow
A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet
Oh.....into my day
Its my shadow
Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes
Oh..... into my day
Happy in the time when
I would have been there to see you
Happy in the time when
I would have been there at all
Happy when the night is gone and
I believe you
Happy when the night is gone and
I need a call
Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make.
And like a wheel on the table, hes a
Cain to my
Abel dancing upon the floor, its my shadow making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes
Oh.....into my day
Its my shadow
Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet
Oh.....into my day .
When you find that things are getting wild is that the hardest smile that you can ever feel.
Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes.
And if my shadow comes a creeping
Then Ill always find me sleeping in the sun.