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 of it 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.
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
I just don´t know what to do.
I just don´t know what to do.
In everything I do,
Am I just walking to you?
I just don´t know what to do.
Am I just walking to you?
I just don´t know what to do.
Am I just walking to you?
I just don´t know what to do.