(Angelo Badalamenti, Marianne Faithfull)

When you’re not there,
I have to get out find a taxi,
cross the park.
When I feel you missing,
I find myself going out walking,
In the dark.
I have a nervous breakdown,
It’s getting very late.
You’re standing at the window,
I cry and watch you wave.

When I see you coming,
I just have to cross to the other
Side of the street.
When I last saw you,
Did I really think my heart,
Missed a beat?
It’s someone else’s nightmare,
Who else could take it straight?
Is that their mocking laughter,
Or is it some mistake?

You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.
You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.

It’s someone else’s nightmare,
Who else could take it straight?
Is that their mocking laughter,
Or is it some mistake?
You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.
You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.

When I meet someone,
I really could love,
I just walk away.
When I feel words
Coming out of my mouth
I don’t know what to say.
The hidden lies of lovers,
But I feel only hate.
A secret life uncovers,
The lasting lies of fame.

You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.
You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here.

You’re not in London anymore,
But in a garden far from here…