Must have been walking 
Don't know this place 
Somebody stopped talking 
It is written in my face 

Thought I'd never leave you 
Thought I'd never dare 
But I watched you going under 
That's a thought I could not bear 

Five thousand miles I'm away from you 
Drifting by the Spanish steps tonight 
Guess you've got my number 
Guess you got my line 
Guess you got my number 
Should I be on your mind 

Late at night your footsteps 
Barefoot on the floor 
Tender eyes from sleeping 
In the darkened corridor 

 [bad word] up the stairway 
My naked enemy  [bad word] stumbling towards me 
Wish I could set you free