Spanish Steps - Morten Harket

Must have been walking

Don’t know this place

Somebody stopped talking

Is it 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

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

Five thousand miles I’m away from you

Sleeping by the Spanish steps tonight

Guess you’ve got my number

Should I be on your mind

I’m not that hard to find

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

Five thousand miles I’m away from you

Sleeping by the Spanish steps tonight

Guess you’ve got my number

Guess you’ve got my line

I’m not that hard to find