Shadows
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| [Verse 1] Dust on a thumb Out on the Hume Cardboard sign says “Heading south” Sky like a wound Boots on the gravel Bag by the road Laughing at danger Like we’d never grow old [Chorus] Belanglo shadows Swallow our names Seven small stories Buried in clay Maps in our pockets Dreams on our backs Belanglo shadows Never give them back [Verse 2] Mothers by windows Watching the news Circles on calendars Dates turning bruise Photos on dashboards Pinned to police boards Whole towns whisper Like a kind of prayer, or war [Chorus] Belanglo shadows Swallow our names Seven small stories Buried in clay Maps in our pockets Dreams on our backs Belanglo shadows Never give them back [Bridge] Here at the edge of the pines Someone is calling my name Here where the searchlines end Silence remembers my face (oh) If I had just stayed home Or caught that midnight train Would this forest Know me by my name? [Chorus] Belanglo shadows Swallow our names Seven small stories Buried in clay Maps in our pockets Dreams on our backs Belanglo shadows Never give them back |
Written, produced - Rick Dean
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