Turn Around
I don't exist,That's how I'm fooling them,Playing hide-and-seekIn a house made of air…I forgot what I was calledSo give me a name that I can bear!
Turn around where the street-lamps fall,Turn around and just carry on,Turn around to the streets of paradise,You'll see me anyhow
Cool as the windIs their ancient glare,Soft are their handsPale their faces dancing up there;A cast now gone that lives in dreams.
Turn around where the street-lamps fall,Turn around and just carry on,Turn around to the streets of paradise,You'll see me anyhow
Turn your head and laughLike you used to when you lived here,Turn your head and smile,I miss you mother….
Turn around where the street-lamps fall,Turn around and just carry on,Turn around to the streets of paradise,You'll see me anyhow!
Turn around where the street-lamps fall,Turn around and just carry on,Turn around to the streets of paradise,You're on your own from now on.