Will Johnson Shadow Matter
If the moment called you
If the life []
Would the shadow matter
Or [Eclipse] your fright
If anyone tried to [Cause the Same] way back
Through moonlit hollows on a blood-spur night
And when no [] told you
All the [Side] []
Did the wind [] you
To the furthest part
Pressed out on the light
They never show up right
Regardless of the placement or the time
