Shadowland - Youth Group

Released under watchful skies into a town

I didn’t recognise

I was a tourist with no story, lost in this purgatory

Escaped the smell of chalk and shame

Pledged a classroom in my name

The PTA won’t bless me and the yearbook will assess me

I walked down these familiar streets

Now filled with circus freaks

Your plans are as useful as a baby’s hand —

There’s no planning in shadow

Shadowland (x9)

I chased you round the chimney stacks, the burnt earth pressed into our backs

It was so dark I just don’t know what I kissed and I couldn’t even see what i

missed

You walked me across freedom fields, my shadow was a forcefield

I want to float upon my memories, not sink into the gloaming seas

Of

Shadowland (x20)

Weight loss, first frost, valium, sink fast

Life coach, guru, I turn and I find you