I walk through Camden town in the evening,

strolling silently and hardly breathing.

Footsteps behind me slightly quicker,

the corner of my eye a shadowy flicker.



I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight.

Stops to whisper with the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.

I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware,

don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair.



Tonight my fears are growing worse and worse.

I feel him brewing up an evil curse.

I sense a chill creep up my spine

I want to scream but only whine

because I know it can't be true

mind's gone now legs it's up to you.



I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight.

Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.

I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware,

don't want to get involved in my spititual affair



I try to accept him as my partner.

He still makes cold his manic laughter.

But every time I try to turn around he throws my fears

and makes no sound he stirs them to the ground.



Acheing muscles, puff and pant I run.

To stagger home and hide behind my mum.

But even when I'm safely in my bed.

I know that he is waiting in my head.



I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight.

Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight.

I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware,

don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair.