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 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
discoloured pain
mrs. brown's washing is always the same
i walk street 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 love like a tightrope
hanging from the ceiling

but i know, oh no
but i know, oh no
but i know...

shadows and tall trees...