Martin L. Gore

Every evening when the sun goes down I sit here in my room
And the lamplight shining on me projects my lonely gloom
My counterpart in agony mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
Hes always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks out in the darkness or in the neons glow
He follows me across the steps and up and down the halls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
I sit and watch the candle and the flicker of the flame