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 the sweet rain tragicomedy
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
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 street melody

But I know oh no
But I know oh no
But I know

Out there
Do you feel in me anything redeeming
Any worthwhile feeling
Is life like a tightrope hanging on my ceiling

But I know oh no
But I know oh no
But I know

Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadow, shadow, shadow
My shadow, shadow, shadow
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Follow me
My shadow, shadow, shadow
Seeing my shadow, shadow, shadow
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall