I liked the way our shadows that night leaned out into light that rained down from the street lamps' buzzing --just like my insides-- Control my racing heartbeat and remember just to breathe. Fifty feet beneath our ranging footsteps, surging river drives and weaves.
It felt like I was dancing with you next to me while we walked along the course of a familiar street Was it just tricks of the light at night? Please don't leave me behind. Let me watch you dance with shadows even if it makes me blind.
If that's what makes me blind then I don't care to see again. I'll greet these quaking knees and palpitations as old friends.
You told me that your lantern lately had been flick'ring low, guttered by the dead-eyed hunger of some folks you know, Confided that you'd had it with them, and with your own doubt. Tried to find a way to tell you that I know how that feels--to drown when our rivers roar and pound
I felt like we were dancing in our ***** street while our shadows walked ahead just laughing silently. It wasn't tricks of the night, alright? I won't leave you behind. Even when you dance with shadows. Even if it makes me blind.
If that's what makes me blind then I don't need to see again as long as shadows sing me whispered torch songs now and then...
I liked the way our shadows that night leaned out into light...
Take care of your important people and let them take care of you in turn.