Lyrics
I walk through Camden town in the evening
Walking through Camden town in the evening.
Strolling silently and hardly breathing
Strolling silently and breathing very lightly.
Footsteps behind me slightly quicker
Hearing footsteps behind, slightly quicker.
The corner of my eye a shadowy flicker
Noticing a shadowy flicker in the corner of the eye.
I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight
Speculating if someone is pursuing the narrator's soul tonight.
Stops to whisper with the shadows but still keeps me in his sight
The pursuer stops to whisper with the shadows but remains focused on the narrator.
I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware
Shouting at passing strangers who seem unaware.
Don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair
Struggling to involve others in the narrator's spiritual concerns.
Tonight my fears are growing worse and worse
Expressing growing fears and anticipation of an impending evil curse.
I feel him brewing up an evil curse
Feeling the development of a malevolent force.
I sense a chill creep up my spine
Sensing a chill creeping up the spine, indicating fear.
I want to scream but only whine
Wanting to scream but only able to whine, perhaps due to fear or helplessness.
Because I know it can't be true
Expressing doubt about the validity of the situation.
Mind's gone now legs it's up to you
Feeling a loss of control as the mind gives way to the legs.
I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight
Reiterating the concern about someone pursuing the narrator's soul.
Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight
The pursuer whispers in the shadows but maintains focus on the narrator.
I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware
Shouting at strangers who remain oblivious to the narrator's plight.
Don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair
Expressing reluctance to involve others in spiritual matters.
I try to accept him as my partner
Attempting to accept the pursuer as a partner.
He still makes cold his manic laughter
The pursuer continues with a cold, manic laughter.
But every time I try to turn around he throws my fears
Whenever the narrator tries to turn around, the pursuer intensifies fears.
And makes no sound he stirs them to the ground
The pursuer stirs fears to the ground without making a sound.
Aching muscles, puff and pant I run
Experiencing physical strain while running, panting, and feeling muscle ache.
To stagger home and hide behind my mum
Seeking refuge at home, hiding behind the safety of the narrator's mother.
But even when I'm safely in my bed
Even in the safety of bed, the pursuer is still present in the narrator's thoughts.
I know that he is waiting in my head
Anticipating the pursuer's presence in the narrator's mind.
I wonder if he's after my soul again tonight
Reiterating the fear of someone pursuing the narrator's soul.
Stops to whisper in the shadows but still keeps me in his sight
The pursuer whispers in the shadows, maintaining focus on the narrator.
I shout at passing strangers but they don't seem aware
Shouting at strangers who remain oblivious to the narrator's distress.
Don't want to get involved in my spiritual affair
Expressing reluctance to involve others in spiritual matters.
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