Toxic Shadows

Blackness sliding everywhere You took the train to come undaunted 'Cause it can't be late Toxic shadows in the air You find your own with a compulsion Now it's too late Tell me how'd you'd like to be Then I'd listen and then I'd see With nowhere left to go inside of you Would you know what should be done lying, dying in the sun Praying for the rising of the moon I smell coal dust in your hair You who bakes in a house of fire With your feeling finger Take my hard rock, put it there Ooh babe just a little bit higher Tell me you'd like to be Then I'd listen and then I'd see With no where left to go inside of you Wouldn't you know what should be done As you lay dying in the sun The ragged crows close in the afternoon