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.