(Bidstrup/Callaghan)I hear you, in your car, in the driveway
I hear the crunch, of the keys in the doorI hear the air rush in, so cold, this fright
Not that I'm afraid of you, it's just the plays of the lightNo matter where I stand, even if the lights are bright
I'm living, living in the Shadow of Your LoveI see you as a cut out in the doorway
I see you, and I wonder who you areI feel the weight of your body, by my bedside
I fight the urge to reach out for the lightIt doesn't matter if its day or if its night
I'm living, living in the Shadow of Your LoveI feel you, put your head upon your pillow,
I feel you, put your hand on meI hear the sound of sleep, and I'm relieved
No need for power plays, love defiled, love deceivedIt doesn't matter, if it's wrong or if it's right
I'm living, living in the Shadow of Your LoveLiving in the Shadow of Your Love
Living in the Shadow of Your Love
Living in the Shadow of Your Love