Back to the cold restless streets at night. 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 a living disguise?. I walk the 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. 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 the 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. Do you feel in me. Anything redeeming. Any worthwhile feeling?. Is love 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. Shadows shadows shadows. Shadows shadows shadows. Shadows and tall trees. Shadows shadows shadows. Shadows shadows shadows. Shadows and tall trees