When I come out from my shadow
When I come out from my shadow
I'll hit you so hard that you won't know what hit you
When I come out from my shadow
When we cross over the meadow
When we cross over the meadow
We kiss in shadow, where demons and dreams go
When we cross over the meadow
Dishes pile up past the morning
Dishes pile up past the morning
Friends disappear, like the years, without warning
Dishes pile up past the morning
Glasses I drank with my mother
Glasses I drank with my mother
Are landed in time between one and another
Glasses I drank with my mother
There is not proper occasion
There is not proper occasion
To turn all these sympathies back to persuasion
There is not proper occasion
Go where the madness is hidden
Go where the madness is hidden
Dance with the partner that you are forbidden
Go where the madness is hidden
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