Through The D - Dick Diver

I saw your lamplight on, and the young man

Who went everywhere, looked just like me

He moved about your room, confidence

I walked home through the cold -old-old-old

Through the plate glass, down at the shops

I saw some other hand holding your bag

And through the D of bread spelled backwards

I saw your eyes facing and rolled -olled-olled-olled

I’ve seen that guy around

I see him all the time

I always thought he was your friend

You always thought he was mine