Verse 1: Figures flicker at the edge, Dancing just beyond the light, Silhouettes with empty eyes, Haunt the corners of the night. Chorus: Shadow people, silent crowd, Whispering my name, Are they friend or foe or phantom? Nothing feels the same. Verse 2: They gather in the windows, They linger in the glass, I try to look right through them, But they never really pass. Chorus Bridge: They move in slow procession, A parade that never ends, I reach out to touch them, But they’re gone before they bend. Chorus (repeat, with haunting harmonies)
