And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.
Each one drawn to empty spaces, outsiders, borderline cases.
It's hard to tell black from white when you wake up in the middle of the
night.
Weighted down by the absence of sound, broken now by the cry of a hound,
Looking for movement within the haze, light can be deceptive with her rays.
And she comes out like a white shadow,
And she comes out like a white shadow,
She comes out like a white shadow.