Black eyed ravens. They spiral down. They tilt his head back. To the flame filled sunset. Raise their guns high. As the darken falls. These are the days boys. Shallow man. Shallow man (shallow man) and they. Eats in the doorways with his head inclined. And he's always in decline. No-one hears anymore. So he shrinks as they ride. Under vermillion skies. So it goes (so it goes). Just a searcher (so it goes). Lonely soul (so it goes). The last of the dreamers (so it goes). Shallow man. Shallow man. Speaks to the shadows. Moves his trembling hands. And he's always a little late. For the dawning of the day. So it goes (so it goes). Just a searcher (so it goes). Lonely soul (so it goes). The last of the dreamers (so it goes). (so it goes) Just a searcher. (so it goes) Lonely soul. (so it goes) The last of the dreamers (so it goes). (so it goes) Just a searcher. (so it goes) Lonely soul. (so it goes) The last of the dreamers (so it goes). (so it goes). (so it goes). (so it goes).