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
And 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, 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
And 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
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
And 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, 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
And 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
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