Old Ceremony Shadows
Innocent, I am innocentStill I see her face before me
Anonymous voices on the bus
Echo in my my hollow heart
Between the raindrops
Through the treetops
Whispers sharp as nails
Always seeing shadows on my trail
Half awake out on the fire escape
Where she stepped out for air one night
Arguments woke up the neighbors then
She disappeared into thick air
Between the raindrops
Through the treetops
Whispers sharp as nails
Always seeing, always seeing...
Always seeing shadows on my trail
