You your white finger Slide the nail the top and bottom buttons of my blazer Relax the fraying wool, slacken and I'm Not to at you in the shoe, but the eyes, find the eyes
Find me and follow me corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave this academic You'll find me in the matinee, the of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's
I time every journey to into you, accidentally I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate, all the I hate All the I hate, all the clothes I hate How I'll never be anything I
You smile something that you like Or how you'd have a life if you did the things you like
me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, this academic factory You'll me in the matinee, dark of the matinee It's better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's
So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry how I made it and What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his is My words and are so easy now Yes, it's easy now, yes, easy now
Find me and follow me through corridors, and files You must follow, leave this factory You'll find me in the matinee, of the matinee better in the matinee, the dark of the matinee
Well, me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files You must follow, leave academic factory You'll find me in the matinee, the of the matinee in the matinee, the dark of the matinee is mine, yes, it's mine