Words and Music by Ben Watt I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane and he said, "Fancy running into you again". We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go, and I walked into the crowd again. And the morning was a different place, in every passerby I saw your face. Love leaves a lonely ghost, with one thought uppermost - is this the case in every case? Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you? In everything I do, am I just walking to you? It was seven years ago to the day, you rang my house and we met halfway. We walked round Leicester Square and sat through ' Being There' and every moment I replay. And I was desperate for love to be pure, though what that meant, I never ws sure. You spent your time on me, I took it willingly, and I made you trust in literature. Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you? In everything I do, am I just walking to you? I just don't know what to do.
Words and Music by Ben Watt I met your boyfriend on St. Martin's Lane and he said, "Fancy running into you again". We talked a minute or so, then he turned to go, and I walked into the crowd again. And the morning was a different place, in every passerby I saw your face. Love leaves a lonely ghost, with one thought uppermost - is this the case in every case? Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you? In everything I do, am I just walking to you? It was seven years ago to the day, you rang my house and we met halfway. We walked round Leicester Square and sat through ' Being There' and every moment I replay. And I was desperate for love to be pure, though what that meant, I never ws sure. You spent your time on me, I took it willingly, and I made you trust in literature. Am I walking to you? Am I walking to you? In everything I do, am I just walking to you? I just don't know what to do.
