The Days of Second Hand
from Bedroom Demo #150
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2019 Shape of Air Music
Youth grows old,
Beauty fades
The light grows dim,
Then the end of days
We see his shadow in a piece of bread
We see his shadow in a glass of wine
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
We're his body,
A broken one
The partial eclipse
Of a radiant sun
We see his shadow in a beggar's face
We see his shadow in our enemies
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
We stutter step
Our words are weak
For the sense of something,
Hidden deep
We see his shadow in a starry night
We see his shadow in a lover's kiss
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams,
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
