Yves Altana - Shadowlight lyrics

Shadowlight On display Hiding handfuls Of treasured grey Shadowgraph On the screen A simple outline A darkening In this gown I am cold The floor is sticky I'm feeling old When are the people coming? What in the hell is coming? When are the people coming? What in the hell is drumming? Is my hope displaced? Ready to escape? A sense of ending, a sense of fear I put on my opera cloak My fateful cheer An explanation, a set of rules Requiring attention But my head's left the room I hear their words Their kind solution But it's a starting gun saying Run run run