Walking on bridges, peering through water Used to read well back when you were the author Swinging on lampposts, a kiss on street corner Perks of a life you feel have gone before you Come out of the shadows Come out of the past Come out of the shadows at last Acting all innocent, playing begginers Feels a bit sullied now you think we're all sinners But honey there's only so many winters One little fence and you're scared by the splinters You're walking on the shadow; you're walking on the shadow path