Emma Stevens
Walking
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