Who is that upon the stairs 
 acting like he don't know where 
 and who is laying down all the cards 
 and giving me the wrong things to say 
 and like a wheel on the table 
 He's a Cain to my Abel: Oh.....it's my shadow 
 A confessor to my dreams casting ribbons round my feet Oh.....into my day
 
 It's my shadow
 
 Making eyes until the sun lights the daytime as she comes Oh..... into my day 
 Happy in the time when I would have been there to see you 
 Happy in the time when I would have been there at all 
 Happy when the night is gone and I believe you 
 Happy when the night is gone and I need a call. 
 Who is chasing in the wind all the letters never sent 
 and who is dusting down the stars and giving me the wrong moves to make. 
 And like a wheel on the table, he's a Cain to my Abel 
 dancing upon the floor, its my shadow 
 making eyes until the sun blinds the daytime as she comes Oh.....into my day 
 Its my shadow
 
  Like a willow to my stream casting heaven round my feet Oh.....into my day. 
 When you find that things are getting wild is that 
 the hardest smile that you can ever feel. 
 Paralysed until the sun lights the daytime as she comes. 
 And if my shadow comes a creeping 
 Then I'll always find me sleeping in the sun.