The days confusing, bright
From greatest down to least
I’m turning from a man
To a bewilderbeast
It’s baffling, the way I feel:
I look around, I stare —
For I’m afraid of shadows, now
And they are
Everywhere
The days confusing, bright
From greatest down to least
I’m turning from a man
To a bewilderbeast
It’s baffling, the way I feel:
I look around, I stare —
For I’m afraid of shadows, now
And they are
Everywhere
