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 the 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, a discolored pain


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