Peter Gabriel – The Promise Of Shadows scritto da admin 20 Gennaio 2016 Ten coaches roll into the dust Chrome windows turned to rust ‘Hand on inside they know they must Hanging on the green backed words "In God we trust" No one knew if the spirit died All wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried Tring to read the flight of birds Low on fuel, getting low on words and she comes out like a white shadow she comes out like a white shadow Each one drawn to empty spaces Outsiders, borderline cases It’s hard to tell black from white When you wake up in the middle of the night Weighed down by the absence of sound Broken now by the cry of a hound Looking for movement withing the haze Light can be deceptive with her rays and she comes out like a white sadow and she comes out like a white shadow she comes out like a white shadow