(Daniel Balavoine, Kirstie MacColl)

You take a final look around

And then you put your house-key down

Upon the table by the note

You take your handbag and your coat

You don't want too much to carry

To slow you down on the way

You picture his face

In the morning

As he was going to work

Without saying a word

You saw the face

Of a stranger

It wasn't always like this before

His face like a stranger

You didn't know what to say

So you are going away