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
Are you out there
Can you hear me now
Are you watching
As I call aloud

Do you feel in me anyting redeeming
Any worthwhile feeling
Is life like a tightrope hanging from the ceiling

But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
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 and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees
Shadows and tall trees