// Angel station, summer rain, You took my hand and missed the train. You laughed and said, "Let's disappear," Then whispered something in my ear. You stopped and looked behind your feet, I saw nobody in the street. You smiled and said, "It's nothing, dear," Which made it all the more unclear. A nervous glance, a little dance, A most unfortunate romance. I know there's nothing going on, So why are all the lights still on? It's none of their business, It's none of their concern We only wanted somewhere quiet, And a little time to burn. Oh, darling, darling, There's a stranger everywhere And every time I look at you, You're looking over there. Your favourite coat of navy blue, The Northern line to Waterloo. You said somebody called your name, But no one turned, and no one came. The telephone at half past three, A voice that sounded just like me. You said that I was looking pale, I said, "I'm doing rather well." It's none of their business, It's none of their concern! We only wanted somewhere quiet, And a little time to burn. Oh, darling, darling, There's a stranger everywhere And every time I look at you, You're looking over there. A face reflected in the glass, A taxi slowing as we pass. You say we've walked this way before, I swear I've never seen that door. We take a shortcut through the square, And find ourselves already there. You laugh until you nearly cry, I laugh, but I don't know quite why. Last night you called me from the hall, Although you hadn't left at all. I checked the window, checked the door, Then checked the window once more. You kissed my cheek and switched the light, And said, "You really are a sight." I know there's nothing going on, But something here is slightly wrong. It's none of their business, It's none of their concern We only wanted somewhere quiet, And a little time to burn. La-da-da, la-da-da, There we go again. La-da-da, la-da-da, Walking in the rain. Oh, darling, darling, There's a stranger everywhere And every time I turn to you, You're looking over there. Strangers everywhere
