Something was wrong

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