There was no stranger pacing behind me
when I came out of the movies deep in the night
And no Mack-the-knife was waiting 'round the corner, in the dark
No one asked me for money, no one made a remark
It was a warm and velvet midnight
I whistled my favourite song
The street lay blue in the moonlight,
but I couldn't help feeling
that something was wrong
There was a feeling, something was different
As if someone had put a spell on this night
The trees they whispered sweet nothings, a dog was barking somewhere
There was a kind of tension, an electric smell in the air,
but I didn't step into dogshit
I whistled my favourite song
I hit the street in the moonlight
Though I couldn't help feeling
that something was wrong
I heard nothing but the sound of my footsteps
and the answer came over me when I got home
I was alone there, no one waiting, no one would call in the night
No one would whisper sweet nothings, and no one would hold me tight
It was a springtime without you
Nothing else could be wrong
It was springtime, I was lonely,
and the song I had whistled:
It was a lovesong