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....