You are in the music that I listen to,
telling me: this is life.
You are in the food that I eat; this is
what you have shown me.
You are in the cigarettes I smoke, the
flash of red.
You are in the drinks I drink; it's
this whiskey and it's this coke. I salute you every time.
You are in the car I drive. This is
where you sat, the sun beating down on your face, a breeze in your
hair.
You are in the clothes that I wear: I
look in the mirror and I see what you see.
You are in my perfume. And all the
times I've lain down, a hint... just here on my arm.
You are the ring that I wear, the
bracelet on my hand. You're on my chain; what you have given me.
You are in my mind's eye, that smile –
I can just see it now.
I am a culmination of all of you. I am
me, and I am what you made me. A jigsaw of different parts, yet it
fits.
I see you everywhere, and you are
nowhere. It's what's left behind.
It's the memory in everything that I
do.
