Dick Diver Through The D
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
