| This deja-vu feeling I know quite well | 
| This psychic confusion, this living hell | 
| A cosmic connection with someone somewhere | 
| Is coming from your direction, I swear, I swear | 
| And I’ve been running all this time | 
| And I’m running out of places to go | 
| And I am, oh, so sick and tired | 
| Of every face that I know | 
| Everything I do | 
| Everything I say | 
| Everything in my head | 
| Every night, every day | 
| I’ve been east, I’ve been west | 
| I’ve been north, I’ve been south | 
| I feel your arms, I hear your voice | 
| I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth | 
| And I am walking in London | 
| And you are watching me walk | 
| Talking Italian | 
| And you are hearing me talk | 
| Singing in Sydney | 
| And you were sitting right there | 
| Feeling you in me | 
| Everywhere, everywhere | 
| An invisible touch on the back of my neck | 
| Fingerprints lingering, warm breath | 
| I’m either going insane or I’m a human wire | 
| Receiving a signal, desire, desire | 
| And I’ve been running all this time | 
| And I’m running out of places to go | 
| And I am, oh, so sick and tired | 
| Of every face that I know | 
| Everything I do | 
| Everything I say | 
| Everything in my head | 
| Every night, every day | 
| I’ve been east, I’ve been west | 
| I’ve been north, I’ve been south | 
| I feel your arms, I hear your voice | 
| I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth | 
| And I’m walking in London | 
| And you are watching me walk | 
| Talking Italian | 
| And you are hearing me talk | 
| Singing in Sydney | 
| And you were sitting right there | 
| And I’m feeling you in me | 
| Everywhere, everywhere |