Robyn Hitchcock Follow

I something you
As the nights get older
I something you
As if you couldn't see

In the best years of my life
At least I haven't got a wife
I something you
You what not me

I something you
As the dead things molder
In Leicester Square
That's the place to be

After all these ruined years
Let me realize your fears
I something you
You what not me

In this kind of song
Middle bits are so predictable
But you came along
You were not at all predictable

I didn't think
You'd be like this
I didn't think
You'd be like this

Well, I didn't even think
That you'd be like this
That you'd be like this
That I'd feel like this, but

I something you
As the nights get colder
And you heat up
And you are next to me

In the twilight of this world
You are my Dutch, Australian
Hungarian, Jewish girl
I something you
You what not me

I something you
You something me