The Southland - Shadow

Don't matter how rotten you feel there's a shadow in the morning splits my head wide memory keeps me back on my heels like a cold wind like a shadow it follows me round we ride the line between twist and crime from the angels i seem a distant cry but this is how i am and you are and it's real life I take a hold - then disappear look for cover helicopters circle above we've worn your stone down to a sphere you keep growing like a shadow when the sun's going down we ride the line between twist and crime it seems plain like day as the years go by that this is how i am and you are and it's real life