Standing ´neath my window
Waiting to come in
Sometimes there´s a sound outside my door
Reaching out to touch me
It moves on in
Getting closer, closer to when I give in
I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground — it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same — he´s dressed in black
No one else can hear a sound —
Or feel a thing
No one else can see the sorrow that he brings
Following close behind
Closing on in
Open arms are beckoning — inviting me
I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground — it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same — he´s dressed in black
I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground — it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same — he´s dressed in black
Always the same — he´s dressed in black
