Letras
If it's the moon you're after
Look up and call it by name
Hurry the sky with a hue and cry
Here on Shadows Lane
If it's answers you're seeking
Light from the lamp of Cain
Spend the night dead to rights
Down on Shadows Lane
Victims of circumstance
Weather the dark terrain
All given half a chance
On Shadows Lane
The blue is soft in neon rooms
The night is young
What keeps you here?
It takes luck to live here now
No alarm will sound tomorrow
No alarm