Walking - Emma Stevens, Pete Woodroffe, Sam Rommer

Walking… direction unknown

Walking… strange to be on my own

I see myself… at least I think I do

Walking somehow to you

I lost the words, I tossed and turned

I watched you as the candle burned

You closed the door and disappeared

I followed signs that were not there

I’m Walking… the lamplight at my feet

Walking… I don’t recognize the street

I see myself… a shadow passing through

Walking somehow to you

A light goes off, a light goes on

A door is closed, the shades are drawn

I watch the silhouettes unfold

A night has never felt so cold

Walking… direction unknown

Walking… strange to be on my own

I see myself… at least I think I do

Walking… up and down this room

Walking… round and round the moon

I ask myself… tell me what you see

I see you walking… somehow to me