All the lonely people
I know where they're from
They're from Amsterdam and
They're from Central Rome and
Jack and Jill walk alone
Always will, always done
Up the hill
Blue raincoated man
Walking round this town
His eyes are down
Staring at the ground
There's a fake blood red rose
Pinned to his peach nose
He goes to shows
We walk alone
We walk alone
Friends and family are a blessing
We walk alone
We walk alone