Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow
night
Walls of white protest - a gravestone in name
Who is it now? it's
always the same
Who is it now? who calls me inside?
Are the leaves on the trees just
living disguise?
I walk street rain tragi-comedy
I'll walk home again to
the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Life through a window - discoloured pain
Mrs brown's washing is always the
same
I walk street rain tragi-comedy
I'll walk home again to the street
melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know
Do you feel in me anything redeeming?
Any worthwhile feeling?
Is life
like a tightrope hanging from the ceiling?
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadow, shadow, shadow | 
