there's a shadow
hanging around
the neighbourhood hears
spooky sounds
i hear that he's a bit
peculiar
there are rumours all
across the 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
& 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
no one ever leaves
but the day for some other one to seize
there's a shadow
hanging 'round
the railway &
the football ground
he seems a little bit
familiar
he seems a little bit like
someone i know
hanging around
the neighbourhood hears
spooky sounds
i hear that he's a bit
peculiar
there are rumours all
across the 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
& 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
no one ever leaves
but the day for some other one to seize
there's a shadow
hanging 'round
the railway &
the football ground
he seems a little bit
familiar
he seems a little bit like
someone i know