The Everthere - elbow

All my saints have taken bribes

Singing, «Going, going, gone.»

All the angels taken dives

Leaving you the only one

If I loose a sequin here and there

More salt than pepper in my hair

Can I rely on you when all the songs are through

To be for me the everthere, everthere?

Slide into another book

Now and then laugh out loud

Throw that very dirty look

Which says, «Okay, stop staring at me now.»

If I loose the sequence here and there

Less derring do than quiet care

Can I rely on you for a good talking to

To be for me the everthere, everthere?

If I loose a sequin here and there

And take my time on every stair

Can I rely on you when this whole thing is through

To be for me the everthere, everthere?