I Cast A Lonesome Shadow - Hank Thompson, as arranged by 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 
 
He's always by my side at night, 
no matter where I go 
He lurks out in the darkness, 
or in the neon's 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 
My writhing shadow twists and turns, 
as though it is in pain 
 
I'm trying to escape the memory my heart recalls, 
and I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 
 
The image of a love I lost 
and all the things I planned 
are as empty as the bottle 
that I hold in my hand 
 
My soul is buried in the depths of love and life's pitfalls, 
and I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls 
 
I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls