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.    But I know oh no  But I know oh no  I know    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.    But I know oh no  But I know oh no  I know.    (Out there)  Do you feel in me, anything redeeming,  Any worthwhile feeling  Is life like a tightrope? hanging on my ceiling.    But I know oh no  But I know oh no  I know    Shadows and Tall Trees ....