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.