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