Cold Shade
A hard shell on a soft man
Won't let the sun seep in
Cold shade in the afternoon to lose color in the skin

A true call from the outside
Shows hope is still in reach
But calling back this probably wouldn't work at all

It seems I've only missed the feelings felt so long ago
Instead of planting seeds for things I want to grow
Can my legs still walk, can I still breathe the air?
Could my eyes adjust to the light if it was here?

I'm always told to do this
But it's getting hard to try anymore
To peel the shell would tear the skin off my back

Can you picture me in solitude?
Collecting curses I will never mind
But I'm always watching for lightning to strike the same place twice
Count on you for nothing
Cut me like a mold
Beauty in the night
A shadow I want to hold

But it's getting hard to try anymore
To peel the shell would tear the skin off my back