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.