Who is that upon the stairs

acting like he don't know where

and who is laying down all the cards

and giving me the wrong things to say

and like a wheel on the table

He's a Cain to my Abel: Oh.....it's my shadow

A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet Oh.....into my day

It's my shadow

Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes Oh..... into my day

Happy in the time when I would have been there to see you

Happy in the time when I would have been there at all

Happy when the night is gone and I believe you

Happy when the night is gone and I need a call.

Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent

and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make.

And like a wheel on the table, he's a Cain to my Abel

dancing upon the floor, its my shadow

making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes Oh.....into my day

Its my shadow

Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet Oh.....into my day.

When you find that things are getting wild is that

the hardest smile that you can ever feel.

Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes.

And if my shadow comes a creeping

Then I'll always find me sleeping in the sun.


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