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 your going under
  that`s a thought i could not bear
  
  five thousand miles `m away from you
  drifting by the spanish steps tonight
  guess you`ve got my number
  guess you got my line
  guess you`ve got my mumber
  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 stairway
  my naked enemy
  comes stumbling towards me
  wish i could set you free