You take your white finger
Slide the nail under
the top and bottom buttons
of my blazer
Relax the fraying wool
slacken ties and I'm
not to look at you in the shoe
but the eyes find the eyes

find me and follow me
through corridors, refectories and files
You must follow, leave
this academic factory
you will find me in the Matinee
the dark of the Matinee
it's better in the Matinee
the dark of the Matinee
yes it's mine

I time every journey
to bump into you
accidentally I
charm you and tell you
of the boys I hate
all the girls I hate
all the words I hate
all the clothes I hate
how I'll never be anything I hate
you smile, mention something that you like
how you'd have a happy life
if you did the things you like

find me and follow me...

So I'm on BBC2 now
telling Terry Wogan how I made it.
What I made is unclear now
but his deference is
and his laughter is
my words and smile are so easy now
yes, it's mine now
yes, it's mine now

find me and follow me...