Testo Spanish Steps

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 thoussand 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