Everywhere - Paul van Dyk, Fieldwork

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