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