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