Everywhere (Feat. Fieldwork)

In the dull light of the 60 wattI can barely read your noteWith your tiny letters flung like chainsAcross a paper moatMy little lungs are battlingAnd they clutch at every breathFor the last thing that you scribbled thereIs go and be yourselfThe fingers made of hanger wireAll curled and tangled upTrace circles made by coffee cupsLeft on the table topAnd your shoes are still parked at the doorAnd your hair still in the bathThe glasses in our cupboards purrTo the hum of distant carsYou are everywhere I lookYou are everywhereYou are everywhere I lookYou are everywhereYou are everywhere I lookYou are everywhereYou are everywhere I lookYou are everywhere