There she floats "dead pale between the houses high"
On a boat, dressed in robe a virgin White
Her hair, dark red like a worn out flame
Upon her the shadow of the man
"she has a lovely face". That´s all he ever said .
The shadows walking backwards
Reflected on the mirror
Trace the river upwards
Cll the way to her
On the top of the tower
Shes a singin´and a weavin´
The stories a reflected
On my head
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"
there she rides majestic on her Cadillac
The mountains opened wide from side to side
In the rearview flashing like a distant flame
An old song and the shadow of the man
"tirra lirra" by the side of the highway he sang.
The shadow running foward
Reflected in the rearview
Coming out of the Window
of a Cadillac
Breaks into million pieces
The flashes in the water
Like Jewels in the highway
In the middle of the night
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"
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There she floats "dead pale between the houses high"
On a boat, dressed in robe a virgin White
Her hair, dark red like a worn out flame
Upon her the shadow of the man
"she has a lovely face". That´s all he ever said .
The shadows walking backwards
Reflected on the mirror
Trace the river upwards
Cll the way to her
On the top of the tower
Shes a singin´and a weavin´
The stories a reflected
On my head
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"
there she rides majestic on her Cadillac
The mountains opened wide from side to side
In the rearview flashing like a distant flame
An old song and the shadow of the man
"tirra lirra" by the side of the highway he sang.
The shadow running foward
Reflected in the rearview
Coming out of the Window
of a Cadillac
Breaks into million pieces
The flashes in the water
Like Jewels in the highway
In the middle of the night
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"
On a boat, dressed in robe a virgin White
Her hair, dark red like a worn out flame
Upon her the shadow of the man
"she has a lovely face". That´s all he ever said .
The shadows walking backwards
Reflected on the mirror
Trace the river upwards
Cll the way to her
On the top of the tower
Shes a singin´and a weavin´
The stories a reflected
On my head
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"
there she rides majestic on her Cadillac
The mountains opened wide from side to side
In the rearview flashing like a distant flame
An old song and the shadow of the man
"tirra lirra" by the side of the highway he sang.
The shadow running foward
Reflected in the rearview
Coming out of the Window
of a Cadillac
Breaks into million pieces
The flashes in the water
Like Jewels in the highway
In the middle of the night
"im half sick of shadows
Said the lady of shallot"