Shadows of the City (OurVinyl Sessions) - Marcus Foster, OurVinyl

Well the streets are bleeding out for a real dream that’s not filled with

unmarked bills

When the moon turns it’s back to let off steam your faced with a cold chill

There’s a bird at the window with smoke in his lungs singing off key.

There’s a wounded girl with a heart shaped shoe in the shadow, in the shadow,

In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city

Well the trains are half empty with the faces that try to break off their chains

Bound by the sound of a screaming dog that has all the names, all the names

There’s a mad man throwing stones at the streetlights cutting through the torn

out shade

There’s a small yellow ribbon by the fallen tree in the shadows, in the shadows

In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city

You can feel the air breathing down

Your neck like a ghost step by your side

A flash of white teeth by the side of the road is looking for a place to hide

Raincoat woman with a knife in her hand and a shovel on the grassy ground

If you catch her left eye you can hear the sound of the shadows in the shadows

In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city

In the shadows of the city, in the shadows of the city