I know I’m afraid, I know I’m afraid,
I’m drunk and I’m tired,
And the city I walk in, the city I walk in,
It feels like it swallows,
With my hand in my pocket,
I feel like a shadow, I feel like a shadow.
Though I’m afraid,
Afraid that I have made mistakes.
Now there’s nothing here for me.
The things you once told me,
The thoughts you once gave me,
Sound like the wind in my ears
That blows out the knots I’ve got in my long brown hair.
Shadows – Warpaint