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Mark Cote



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Status: Single
City: Los Angeles
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 10/9/2007
Wednesday, November 05, 2008 

Category: Music
"Everywhere But Here" Words and Music by Mark Cote
Still awake at four a.m. Holed up here inside our room I sing like a canary on fire No one else could sing these blues As sweetly as I do for you Blue as my despair and my desire
Well it doesn't really matter How our love got lost Cause you've left for the very last time But I admit that there's a certain comfort to be had In all these odds n' ends you've left behind...
Now I'm never lost for company Not with all these souvenirs Everywhere I look I see you my love Yeah you're everywhere but here Everywhere but here...
Here's your book of Tolstoy That you left abandoned Page two-fifty three still folded back And that missing sock of yours That I discovered like Columbus Underneath our bed, the week after you left
Those azaleas in the window That I gave you last September Well they're past their blooms and terminally brown But in the absence of your presence My heart just grows fonder And I only see love looking at them now...
Now I'm never lost for company Not with all these souvenirs Everywhere I look I see you my love Yeah you're everywhere but here Everywhere but here...
Now you've never seemed more lovely Or desirable or perfect As I face your accusing chair No there's not enough aspirin Not enough band-aids For this heart beyond repair...
I can almost trace the sleepy curve of your shoulder As I move my finger through the air Roll my face into your pillow Once heavy with your perfume Was " Evening In Paris " what you used to wear ?
Here's your little earring forgotten in the soap dish Only one where once there was a two Sentenced to a lifetime of eternal loneliness But always with me - this nearness of you...
Now I'm never lost for company Not with all these souvenirs Everywhere I look I see you my love Yeah you're everywhere but here Everywhere but here...
I should be laughing at the irony Laughing through my very tears It's a funny kind of tragedy How the heart refuses to go clear...
c. 2008 Musika Music / SESAC
NB - lyrics are posted in blog format because they don't post format-correct with the songs on the new player.