Lyrics Everywhere - Paul van Dyk, Fieldwork

Everywhere

In the dull light of the 60 watt I can barely read your note
With your tiny letters flung like chains across a paper moat
My little lungs are battling and they clutch at every breath
For the last thing that you scribbled there is go and be yourself
The fingers made of hanger wire all curled and tangled up Trace circles made by coffee cups left on the table top
And your shoes are still parked at the door, and your hair still in the bath
The glasses in our cupboards purr to the hum of distant cars
You are everywhere I look, you are everywhere
You are everywhere I look, you are everywhere
You are everywhere I look, you are everywhere
You are everywhere I look, you are everywhere