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We Prefer The Shadows

We walk among you, watching, waiting
We talk along with you, listening, laughing
And when we touch you, you feel cold
This is how much you could ever know
We keep on feeding, we never, grow old

We prefer the shadows

Moving through the darkness, calling, falling
Smells of earth and sweet decay, foot steps, echoes
We sleep with marble, granite and wood
We touch your window as we should
There is no going back, if we could

We prefer the shadows

Black birds calling your name
Twisted winds winding through the game
Night falls hard across the plane
Heart beats pulsing like the rain

Leaves and soil and fingers and hearts
Herbs and skin and bottles and parts
Tattered these words on a paper so thin
Nobody knows where death begins