Toxic Shadows

Blackness sliding everywhere
 You took the train to come undaunted
 'Cause it can't be late
 Toxic shadows in the air
 You find your own with a compulsion
 Now it's too late
 Tell me how'd you'd like to be
 Then I'd listen and then I'd see
 With nowhere left to go inside of you
 Would you know what should be done lying, dying in the sun
 Praying for the rising of the moon
 I smell coal dust in your hair
 You who bakes in a house of fire
 With your feeling finger
 Take my hard rock, put it there
 Ooh babe just a little bit higher
 Tell me you'd like to be
 Then I'd listen and then I'd see
 With no where left to go inside of you
 Wouldn't you know what should be done
 As you lay dying in the sun
 The ragged crows close in the afternoon