Don't matter how rotten you feel   there's a shadow in the morning   splits my head wide   memory keeps me back on my heels   like a cold wind   like a shadow it follows me round      we ride the line between tryst and crime   from the angels i seem a distant cry   but this is how i am and you are   and it's real life      I take a hold - then disappear   look for cover   helicopters circle above   we've worn your stone down to a sphere   you keep growing like a shadow   when the sun's going down      we ride the line between tryst and crime   it seems plain like day as the years go by   that this is how i am and you are   and it's real life