Back to the cold restless streets at night

I talk to myself about tomorrow night

Wall 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 a living disguise?

I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy

I'll walk home again to the street melody.

But I know oh no

But I know oh no

I know

Shadows and tall trees

Shadows and tall trees

Shadows and tall trees

Shadows and tall trees

Life through a window, a discolored pain

Mrs Brown's washing is always the same

I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy

I'll walk home again to the strret melody.

(Out there)

Do you feel in my, anything redeeming,

Any worthwhile feeling

Is life like a tightrope? Hanging on my ceiling.

But I know oh no

But I know oh no

I know

Shadows and Tall Trees....