The Dark Of The Matinée

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'll find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée, it's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine, 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

Or how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like

Find me and follow me

Through corridors, refectories and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You'll find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée, it's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine, yes, it's mine

So I'm on BBC Two now

Telling Terry Wogan how I made it

And 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 easy now, yes, it's easy now

Find me and follow me

Through corridors, refectories and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You'll find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée, it's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée

Well, find me and follow me

Through corridors, refectories and files

You must follow, leave this academic factory

You'll find me in the matinée

The dark of the matinée, it's better in the matinée

The dark of the matinée is mine, yes, it's mine