(Eleanor McEvoy)
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 coffeeĄŻs 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 noteĄŻs like one from him.
All that surrounds me,
WonĄŻt let him go,
All that surrounds me
WonĄŻt 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 IĄŻd watch the drops and then begin
To picture him soaked to the skin.
All that surrounds me,
WonĄŻt let him go
All that surrounds me
WonĄŻt let him go
WonĄŻt let him go
WonĄŻt let him go.
