There I was, just standing in your shadow,
Just standing in your pool of shade venere
Here I am, still yellowed by the summer,
Still sufferin in silence loud and clear
Well I catch the train, it takes me back
We leave the rails and the carriage snaps
There I was, just lying in the kitchen,
Just listening to voices through the tiles
And they said the one thing you can count on,
Is you can count on nothing here my child
Well you dig my grave, and pat my back,
And I turn grey, on the beaten track
But you hardly notice
What do you say when they roll a grenade
And it almost takes your breath away
Talking to Joe with the head of a crow
And it all goes pear-shaped
There I was, just standing in your shadow,
Just sufferin in silence loud and clear