Shadows

(альбом: My Only Fascination - 1974)

Shadows of a thousand faces keep on turning in your mind
And forgotten names and places never really left behind
Is it your imagination seeking shelter from the rain
Or a lonesome conversation once again
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do
Silently they seem to linger any way you may run to
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair
Facing you at any moment if you dare

Gentle hearts at once surrender what you didn't understand
Conquest of the night that's ended holding you with trembling hands
In a book a fall leaf-clover marks the days spent alone
Till she found that it was over long ago
Little things have lost their meaning leaving only emptiness
Tender words and simple feelings never eased your angried hands
Yesterdays remain so certain and tomorrows round the bend
Can you read the line that darkens on your hand

Both ends of a candle burning shine so brightly for a while
Wrinkles of life reflecting in your smile
Shadows never point a finger at the things you say or do
Silently they seem to linger any way you may run to
Sharing every joy or torment, every laughter or despair
Facing you at any moment if you dare