I can see you standing in the mist
Like smoky black and grey
Soft electric ribbons that you kissed
Then gave them all away

In your little room back behind the wall
In your cobweb feather vest
Through your'e tiny your prehistoric voice
Much louder than the rest

The window is broken
And the shadow disappears into the night
The memory unfrozen
And the shadow greets the morning light

Old excitements lingering for years
Like fireflies in you hair
Stamp the ground raise a little cloud
Throw your wings into the air

The window is open
And the shadow escapes into the night
The memory unfrozen
And the shadow greets the morning light

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): CURTIS MATTHEW KIRKWOOD