It's the smell of hot summertime trash
It's the city noise of a busy street
It's a train derailed and a two car head on freeway crash
Each time we meet

"And if [bad word] as some sort of a surprise", she said
"That I seem [bad word] 
I've kept this moment closer to my eyes", she said,
"Than the glasses resting on the edge of my nose"

Shadow am I!
Shadow am I!
The question of a person, no said reply
Wolf am I!
Wolf and Shadow cast on the sheep as I pass by
Shadow am I!
Shadow am I!
or like a
wearing-black-socks-and-white-woolen-locks
Wolf am I, and shadow

she was graceful and green as a stem,
but I walk heavy on delicate ground

Oh...there I go showing off again
Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down!
And there I go again
To the next further removed level
Of that same exact feigned humility!

And this for me goes on and on to the point of nausea

Shadow am I!
Like a suspicion that's never confirmed
But it's never denied
Wolf am I,

no, "shadow" - I think - is better
as I'm not something more like the absence of something

So SHADOW AM I!
the whole material world seems to me like a newspaper headline-
it explicitly demands your attention
and it may even contain some [bad word] about what's really going on here?

one day the water's gonna wash it away
and on that day, nothing clever to say.