Innocent, I am innocentnStill I see her face before menAnonymous voices on the busnEcho in my my hollow heartnnBetween the raindropsnThrough the treetopsnWhispers sharp as nailsnAlways seeing shadows on my trailnnHalf awake out on the fire escapenWhere she stepped out for air one nightnArguments woke up the neighbors thennShe disappeared into thick airnnBetween the raindropsnThrough the treetopsnWhispers sharp as nailsnnAlways seeing, always seeing...nAlways seeing shadows on my trail