shadows from shadows by Rowan Rain

Now it’s dark

Hide me away
It’s not safe to let my shadows out to play
So would you kindly explain
Why this restraint feels feigned
Like I’ve got in the way of myself again
So I suppose that nobody knows
The trouble i’ll put us in
But the air runs thick thick with scent of bloodlust and sickness
We’re alright, life’s just fine, and it’s right
But inside I’m dying for the life I could be living

Mind your desire, you might get what you ask for
Make it your gift, not a curse

Take another look in the mirror
Can you recognize the eyes in the reflection there?
How bout the rest? Would you like me to test?
Give myself a pinch to make sure i’m real
Oh cause when i’m low I gotta make sure I can feel

Want to go higher? Just pick your poison
And try not to make it your vice

So hide me underwater
Where it’s cold and dark and deep
I can’t sleep for knowing my resolve is just a little weak
I’ll leave a part of me at sea
And all for fear of my capability
But with time, the salt air and brine, I’ll be fine
As I settle and slowly sink

Mind your desire, you might get what you ask for
Make it your gift

• Folk
• acoustic
• dreamy
• ethereal
• magic
• singer-songwriter
• Ireland