the shadow my shadow i cant see still figure suspended behind me the spirits and shapes they make ive never grown to hold their face in the dark so the offer i make is a promise to stay here though my wounds do grow may i hold onto this hope their dark heads will quiet in my sight hands will stay from me this night if i only close my eyes to the ones outside of my sight the offer i make is a promise to stay here if i only close my eyes to the ones outside of my sight and give honor to what i cant know they will walk with me where i go but be still behind their shroud may they never speak out loud out loud ooh so the offer i make is a promise to stay here may they leave me out of their wandering and be still