back to the cold restless streets at night
ı talk to myself about tomorrow night
walls of white protest
a gravestone in name
who is it now
ıt's always the same
who is it now
who calls me inside
are the leaves on the trees
just living disguise
ı walk sweet rain tragicomedy
ı'll walk home again
to the street melody
but ı know, oh no
but ı know, oh no
but ı 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
ı walk street rain tragicomedy
ı'll walk home again
to the street melody
but ı know, oh no
but ı know, oh no
but ı know...
(out there)
do you feel in me...
anything redeeming
any worthwhile feeling
ıs love like a tightrope
hanging from the ceiling
