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