I am running on a treadmill in a room without a view
Nothing much to look at anyway
I will stop when I get weary
Continue with my day
And put aside the urge to run away
Between map and destination
Between plan and hesitation
The shadow, the shadow, the shadow of a doubt falls over me
The shadow of my doubt
I am speaking a dead language, but it is no matter
No one really listens anymore
I will talk with you all evening
But we will just ignore
All the tangled words that spill out on the floor
Between spark and raging fire
Between thinking and desire
The shadow, the shadow, the shadow of a doubt falls over me
The shadow of my doubt falls to its knees
When one morning, everything ends
No fond goodbye, no parting as friends
One fine morning, everything ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper
I am writing you a letter with ink you cannot see
I know you will not read it anyhow
I will drop it in the mailbox
And make a little vow
To slip away before my final bow
Between longing and recalling
Between the flying and the falling
The shadow, the shadow, the shadow of a doubt falls over me
The shadow, the shadow, the shadow of my doubt

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