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ELEANOR MCEVOY
WHAT'S FOLLOWING ME |
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All That Surrounds Me
Smells of toast and coffee served to put in mind his name today
Never did take much to get me thinking about him anyway
In time I may progress to welcoming the coffee¡¯s scent
At present I have no such strength.
Is there no poetry, no melody to comfort me,
To blur these images, etched upon my memory.
My stereo is where I go to let the sunshine in,
But every note¡¯s like one from him.
All that surrounds me,
Won¡¯t let him go,
All that surrounds me
Won¡¯t let him go.
If falling rain could only wash away my memories
Then I would welcome rain and never let it bother me
From my windowsill I¡¯d watch the drops and then begin
To picture him soaked to the skin.
All that surrounds me,
Won¡¯t let him go
All that surrounds me
Won¡¯t let him go
Won¡¯t let him go
Won¡¯t let him go.
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