Turn Around - duetto

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.