There's a shadow hanging around The neighbourhood hears spooky sounds I hear that he's a bit peculiar There are rumours all over town
There's a shadow but I've never seen his face I hear he sleeps away his days He seems a little bit familiar He seems a little bit like someone I know
And in my tiny world In my silent room In the stillness of the afternoon Where nothing ever changes And the scene remains the same: Three fallen leaves on a silent lane
There is something in the air tonight Down by the river the seagulls take flight This isn't how I thought the future would be like Three clouds that float across a hazy august sky
And in the tiny world that I've built for myself 10 dusty books on a dusty shelf No one ever enters and no one ever leaves But the day for some other one to seize
There's a shadow hanging 'round The railway and the football ground He seems a little bit familiar He seems a little bit like someone I know