Sombra de La Sombra de Tu Sombrero

I don't want to be your prison, never that
I prefer to be anointed in a chariot of lightning
I don't want to be your prison, never that
I'd rather be the well's curb or the bottom with its darkness

Shadow of the shadow of the shadow of your hat
Hardcore surfer, banished inland, that's what I prefer
To be the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of your hat
On sunny days, desolate, nocturnal with cape to the ground

That's what I prefer, that's what I prefer
I don't want to be your prison, never that
I would rather be a stone wheel on a sandy slope
I don't want to be your prison, never that

I'd rather be a Roman sword in the midst of battle
To be the broken page, smudged in tears
Shadow of the shadow of the shadow of your hat
Cigarette butt, worn-out ashtray, skinny dog, that's what I prefer

To be the key to the door of your banker's house
Waiter at a posh beach summer bar, that's what I prefer
That's what I prefer to be before your jailer, that's what I prefer

Shadow of the shadow of the shadow of your hat
Golfer's caddy with palm tree shirt, I prefer
To be the shadow of the shadow of the shadow of your hat
Hardcore surfer inland, that's what I prefer