Lyrics:

Standing neath My Window
waiting To Come In
sometimes Theres 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
its Gaining Ground - Its Coming Back
so Very Strange
it Never Changes This Memory
always The Same - Hes 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
its Gaining Ground - Its Coming Back
so Very Strange
it Never Changes This Memory
always The Same - Hes Dressed In Black

i See A Shadow Not A Fantasy
its Gaining Ground - Its Coming Back
so Very Strange
it Never Changes This Memory
always The Same - Hes Dressed In Black
always The Same - Hes Dressed In Black