Walking To You

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.