Standing ´neath my window
Waiting to come in
Sometimes there´s a sound outside my door
Reaching out to touch me
It moves on in
Getting closer, closer to when I give in

I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground - it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same - he´s dressed in black

No one else can hear a sound -
Or feel a thing
No one else can see the sorrow that he brings
Following close behind
Closing on in
Open arms are beckoning - inviting me

I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground - it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same - he´s dressed in black

I see a shadow not a fantasy
It´s gaining ground - it´s coming back
So very strange
It never changes this memory
Always the same - he´s dressed in black
Always the same - he´s dressed in black