Did your shadow ever speak to you?

And did he say that something's wrong?

Huddle figure on a lamp-let wall

Never realized he cared at all

Did he stop you going on?

Guess my shadow spoke to me to night

And made me throw my dreams away

Told a story of a twisted man

Who is playing with some foolish plan

'bout a girl who haft away.

Sometimes shadows are near

I see things very clear

My life unwires

Somewhere I make my stay

Blue ?ground and? yesterday

And change my mind.

Now your shadow isn't always there

In the light of cloudy day

Or in circles where you had ?from view?

All the doubts that ever bothered you

And where people loose your name.