Spanish Steps

Harket Morten

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





I come up the stairway


My naked enemy


Comes stumbling towards me


Wish I could set you free