Imprinted Between These Lines

There’s an imprint of you in everything now.

In the music I hear,

In every single tear,

In every single can,

Weaved between these lines.

In the way that I think,

In the way that I drink,

In the way that I link,

And read between the lines.

In the way I see three,

In the way I see me,

In the way I see five,

Read between the lines.

You’ve planted the seed in me,

And now it won’t die,

In the way I sleep, and wake,

And read between the lines.