[Verse 1] London streets, a river of grey Nothing to do, nowhere to stay Sitting in the window, watching them pass A stranger's reflection trapped in the glass Lonely and bored, I needed a spark To pull someone out of the anonymous dark Just pick a face from the endless stream And follow their steps inside of a dream. [Chorus] Shadowing, walking behind Leaving your world and leaving mine Just for a moment, just for the thrill To see where you're going, to stand when you still A rule that was made to be broken in two I started with strangers... and ended with you. [Verse 2] Oxford Street crowds in slow motion blur Chasing a ghost of who they might were Dark suit and a bag, weaving the maze Crossing the river through darkening haze Then a twist in the tale, a knock on the door Not the simple observer I fancied before Passport photos tucked deep in a coat A web of deception beginning to choke. [Spoken Sermon] You think you choose the face in the crowd. You tell yourself it is only curiosity. But every step you take behind another person leaves a mark on the road back home. And sometimes, when you turn around, someone has been following you. [Bridge] Interrogation lights cutting the night Bruises and plasters hiding the fight Did I choose them, or were they choosing me? A puppet pulled strings that I couldn't quite see The older man asks what I have to confess— A twisted design of guilt and distress. [Chorus] Shadowing, walking behind Leaving your world and leaving mine Just for a moment, just for the thrill To see where you're going, to stand when you still A rule that was made to be broken in two I started with strangers... and ended with you. [Outro] A hammer, a safe, a bloodstained floor The hunter's trapped behind someone else's door Poetic justice in the dead of the night Fading to black... out of sight.
