Take a walk. On a sunday mornin'. Have a talk. Be silent inside. . Did you only want the shelter. What is turnin' round your mind. . Loreen, Loreen. They are down on you.
Venice night at 5 o'clock. The station hazy light. A sleepin' bum, a single girl. She's leavin' overnigt. . And she knows that it's forever. And she'll never ever return.