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 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
Discoloured pain
Mrs. Brown’s washing is always the same
I walk street rain tragicomedy
I’ll walk home again
To the street melody
But I know, oh no
But I know, oh no
But I know…
(Out there)