I don't exist, That's how I'm fooling them, Playing hide-and-seek In a house made of air… I forgot what I was called So 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 wind Is their ancient glare, Soft are their hands Pale 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 laugh Like 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.