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