(Intro) WHEN THE SHADOWS PASS Verse 1 There's a shadow in the marketplace, A whisper in the hall, Men are selling pieces of the truth And calling it a bargain for us all. Gold can dress a crooked hand, Power can perfume pride, And every man who swears he's clean May have something left to hide. Chorus So look into the mirror Before you curse the night; The darkness has a thousand forms And some of them wear white. What we see beyond us May live within us too; The world can be deceiving, But so can I and you. Verse 2 There's an idol in the headlines, An empire in the screen, A thousand manufactured dreams Of everything we think we need. We point towards the guilty And congratulate ourselves, While quietly arranging Our own little private hells. Chorus So look into the mirror Before you curse the night; The darkness has a thousand forms And some of them wear white. What we see beyond us May live within us too; The world can be deceiving, But so can I and you. Verse 3 I've spoken like a prophet When I barely knew the way, I've judged another's blindness While protecting mine each day. I've called my anger righteous, I've dressed my fear as truth, And sometimes what I called conviction Was only wounded pride in disguise. Bridge The ego loves a battlefield, It needs a side to choose; It builds a little kingdom From the things it claims to lose. And every time I conquer The enemy I name, I may have only taught my shadow How to wear another face. Verse 4 So let the mighty build their towers, Let the clever count their gold; Let every secret empire Believe its walls will hold. The river doesn't argue With the stones beneath its flow; It simply keeps on moving Where the restless waters go. Final Chorus So look into the mirror And look beyond the glass; The world is full of shadows, But the shadows cannot last. I don't need to own the answer, I don't need to win the fight; I only need to see more clearly What I carry into the night. Outro The towers will crumble, The banners will fade, The hands that grasp the future Will loosen what they made. The anger will grow quiet, The old certainties will pass; And somewhere underneath the noise There may be something that can last. Something that can last... When the shadows pass. (Outro)
