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 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
Life through a window, a discoloured 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 I know.
(out there) Do you feel in me, anything redeeming, Any worthwhile feeling Is life like a tightrope? hanging on my ceiling.
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