alison moyet
so am i
Our room across is a mile wide She comes, and look now  How you are the fireside I'm watching She's waiting to show you  The pearls in her Betty Clark eyes She sighs the whistling winds you sail in She cries and you are alive She's saying she's sorry and oh, So am I So am I For ninety seven days That should have been an hour  I know It's all you can do  When she's so very near Praise be The king of the settee  And his Guinevere I'll get up and go out  And no doubt You're giving it all to her, oh So am I So am I The ninety seven days,  The fifteen blessed hours  And it's easy As it goes, so am I How an hour of ninety days will Soon run out of time The weight of the world  Has the head in your hands She's Indian-giving again You're sorry and sick  And you know So am I So am I That ninety seven days And fifteen sodding hours Came to nothing Taken in? So was I She's going going gone and you know That's fine  And so am I