Released under watchful skies
Into a town I didn't recognize
I was a tourist with no story
Lost in this purgatory
Escaped the smell of chalk and shame
I pledged a classroom in my name
The PTA won't bless me
And the yearbook will assess me, yeah
I walked down these familiar streets
They're filled with circus freaks
Your plans are as useful as baby's hand
There's no planning in shadow, shadowland
I chase you round the chimney stacks
The burnt earth pressed into our backs
It was so dark, I just don't know what I kissed
And I couldn't even see what I missed
You walked me across freedom fields
My shadow was a forcefield
I want to float upon my memories
Not sink into the gloaming seas of shadowland