Walking to You

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 was 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. --- Walking to You - Everything but the Girl