Exaggerated Shadows
You're staring down the mouth of an exaggerated shadow, you folded
Worrying to death about the document collapse of time
What did you expect running inward with the fourth dimension?
You drew up your conclusions but so suddenly you ran out of line
You held your newspaper
Up to the light
Read the bad news backwards
It's still black and white
You call in all your favors, desperate measures count for desperate people
Judgment is a hammer and you know I do not miss when I swing
If I have to leave you, you should know that I will leave you enamored
And if you have to know, then you should know that I do not miss thing
You held your newspaper
Up to the light
Read the bad news backwards
It's still black and white
I'll see you next Sunday
Light shining through
Thinking maybe one day
I'll get back to you
Writer/s: Jenny Stockdale
